Dust Mote in My Eye

Swimming with pink angel shrimp

drenched in a piranha moat

shaded by willows

that sway and flash their wispy breath

like fins

all I know is that

when I was frail and frowning drowned

in foamy waters

dog paddled spirals of regret

and sharks and barracuda circled round

grinding me down with dank disdain

all I know is that you

gave me a will-o-wisp kiss and a pet crow

a shaggy terror and false flag

and together we traveled an odyssey

abreast and stroking

all my lovely crustaceans

blushed with motes.

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