Wednesday, 17 April 2024
Maura
We share jokes and spit,
with those who reappear,
shadows rise in the mist,
no one owns a crown,
to be anchored here,
we're like upside down,
those of us who trust,
always hold her dear,
rivers she has crossed,
in our Ocean town,
not only light is clear,
you know who is around,
someone you can kid,
who walks without fear,
carries a hint of musk,
everywhere she goes,
she banishes tears,
fights for her own,
dispels failing years,
singing songs a crust,
voice sweet as a seer,
seeps into dust.
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