Night watch the eagle prize titled, you dove breast day
maker. Heart heave not too close to his scout feathers long
aloft ̶ home ̶ fortunes balding.
Tier attired for mate he'll trade
our plantain rough stuff for chips and retrofits.
If your skiff never left its island berth he'd have his way your
way not grained to stay. In sandals he might propose a resident
vista: you could do a lot worse dashing wool hat through the snow
bells up North ringing. Our bearing strait is not a site for frost
no cross road cues.
Besides, observe
how, sweet on after noons, our grazing office pens shut down ̶
Islanda Nervosa, tide orange yields shore lime.
Friends fast talking might conceive a link with him sets up maypole
limb weave. Our suns need rest sheds; desire, a colony turning
cheek on stilts, could wobble to unattainable.
With pipe line accessories he'd front gait an invest in native
shingles, fruit fresh trays, a choice of shanty smiles; the root
scent dialectals give off soothing travel scrapes of skin.
My smooth avocado, he'll pre-enter ̶ you not quite in the right
position to (you) know ̶ Silo maintenance costs! ̶ skim cream
your prime till tempers set off alarms blow horn men hear.
Brace for it ̴̶ his thinking dug in
you sweet sour sap juicing; faith cupped for tea steep rounds.
Wait for it ̶ rush come of sacrifice redeemed rewinding.
Otherwise, time to remove
the moon boots ̶ okay!okay! ̶ time to poke the marabunta nest.
– W.W.
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Wanting what You are for myself,
the self which I forget so
as to want You, is like striking
flint against my heart's stone whose spar-
king greed seeds a thousand fires
that feed every storm we invoke.
(from "Within The Wind" © by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 