Moss-Threaded Possibilities

Stories settle into the evergreen

leaves with moss-threaded possibilities.

They layer below the November

dampness of a collapsing gravestone.

Brackish waters set the scene:

eight pallbearers shatter raindrops

across the moon. The mouth of a tugboat

splinters three times. Through a mist of tears,

a child cries, “port,” from the bow.

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