a good friend knocks

in the dark place
in the tumult

a white thread
or bit of cord
found

on the shore

a song
across the waves
in the wind
the steady susurration

in   & out   & in
again   & so on

the tide   rafted clouds
pearled moon

shining

a song
a bit of cord
& moon

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