Anchoring
Uneasy rambling
like treading water,
aquaphobic thrashing
in riptide relationships,
battered hulls adrift
in current events
calling for the maelstrom.
Somewhere, lightning lashes
its forked tongue and preys
on the oblivious,
landlocked behind iron doors,
supposed protection from our ravenous
imagined oceans.
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Imagined oceans evokes more poems … somewhere in the tides, perhaps, or the dusty corners of a relationship on eddied waters
Kevin