…
There’s a tang
-led web
of logic
(a particular lyrical sway)
to the way
the cloud pack stacks
the deck toward jazz
-mine moon.
There’s a fin
-ality to
the way the sea
(her siren song strong)
froths long
and clean and bright
and rarely waves
too soon.
{And the band plays on.}
..
NovPAD, day 18. (Finally caught up, backwards.)
Lovely piece!…and the band play on.
I hope someday I can be as peaceful as you describe! Good post.