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Red & Blue

Angry, blissful sunset. Roof garden teeter.
Eyeballing westward China Sea Junk.
Scarlet-sailed. Blazing. Ancient as bluster
Lashing back to Pak Kong Village …
Where fishing means just that.
Rival blood? Livelihood? Cruel luck (or intention)?
Far-flung. Lonesome in this bough-broken cradle,
My woeful, crimson felt-tip … running out of ink.

Red & Blue

Angry, blissful sunset. Roof garden teeter.
Eyeballing westward China Sea Junk.
Scarlet-sailed. Blazing. Ancient as bluster
Lashing back to Pak Kong Village …
Where fishing means just that.
Rival blood? Livelihood? Cruel luck (or intention)?
Far-flung. Lonesome in this bough-broken cradle,
My woeful, crimson felt-tip … running out of ink.

Laura Lee MacMahon, 52

Seattle / Chicago, IL

 
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