Whaling Season

 

Just to stay
for you to
mend the view
and me,
red is the dome long
gone.

I'm
stale without you, a place
with entangled wonders,
a Cliff view,
a life to forfeit! —

that required more than
being out of one’s bed,
or
the balcony.

It is whaling season —
the beacon is higher.
Sailing is longer.

 

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