When the spirit of night
Walks alone, unafraid,
Through the birches that stand
By a river of jade,
Where the moon is a yacht
And its pilot is peace,
Then I silently sail
To the port of release.
Chromatones
Second in Precision Poetics--Anapestic Octave
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Friday, June 17, 2011
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