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(Singapore 2019)

 

Twilight. Watch trees on the near shore.

A squid boat chuckles at a private joke;

white furrow through the jade. Today

sea and sky reach an accommodation;

 

time is distance. And, did we

make the most of little or the least of

a greater gift? The way meaning comes

on like white horses, or words lie

 

side by side on deck in the twilight

icing. Out of sight, the city sweats

under thunder-headed clouds. Silhouettes

promenade. Not quite hand in hand.

 

Another day. Another haiku moon

sails across St John’s. Anchors in the mouth.