Thursday, July 29, 2021

Shipwreck

 

Washed ashore and lost

I stumbled upon a Cathedral

Wherein I searched my atlas

Waiting to be rescued

The sound of a crows’ echo

was hollow and ghastly

and the whimsical of it all

was the hue of the nights starry full moon


©Regina Phillips 7.29.2021

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