I write letters to some other sea:

to the hornbill sending its call
along the bluffs, to the wide-eyed
tarsier clinging to the end
of its branch— There, too,
the moon is round as a paper
lantern, the waters dark
blue and seeded with dreams.


In response to Via Negativa: Poison Pen.

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