DANG MUSE
Dead silence from that hustler.
Perhaps she's on a ghost ship
circling the moon.
If ever she lands
back here on earth, I'll tell you.
And if she lands in storm-tossed seas
where those who sail so often drown,
I shall swim to her rescue
with waves too high, too stacked,
seas too dark, too towering
to save her,
thus to drown
in her unsalvageable service,
dazzled by her deadly eyes.
jh
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