Is the spiraling sky
Aren’t they often having a moment
Far out on the horizon of their love
Where the denizens of the deep
Reappear in dream formations
Swimming close above them
They were fast asleep
In the belly of some ship
The sky stays at home
When the sky goes to sea
Different places when the sun goes down
The poet’s widow
Is the starry skyIs he not mourning now he’s free
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