We’d blown the weed…


We’d blown the weed
into the weeds
from the sailboat
we’d guided through the weeds
that lapped the stern old weeds at the control.
We were wise old elders
raised in weeds and woolly wands of swimming roots
clinging through the sea
to you and you and you.

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