Always Yours

Adrift on the edge of

Warm, cider sober

I am on the month’s

Last-day road,

Well-lit by the barb

Of the angler-hook moon

That’s bringing

Whaleback horizons

Towards me:

You’ll never know it

But I was always yours.

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