“Proud Passerby”
We’re proud of you
when the healing comes tonight
when the bough shakes embers
through banana rowboats,
when the headlights come tonight:
a wounded boat on a torn sea
hook to sinker, a blister pops
peeled by an alabaster blaze of line
illegal girl poetry by scissors lie
which smudges fish lips to fingertips
trout look-out towers to antelopes
sewed to jackals’ backs,
hard-rode to sundown
scared skeletons made of feathers
a slashed sailor hunting hurt
for a cooked kiss.
nicholauspatnaude 
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