Boat
Let the boat drift into a quiet
cove
Behold a bush of stars radiantly
shining
agape as a talking deer nears
telling woodland secrets
Julius Caesar in robes and laurel
wreath
wanders Druidic woods slightly obscured
the Emperor, his time interrupted
seems to say, this is all your
fault
just as a cork bobs on an
undulating lake
drifts slowly away from its silent
cove
untying water and sky from time
and land
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