Blurred
Moon obscured behind
A fogged shower curtain
Of clouds, blurred into the dull blue tile
I like to watch you
When you think you’re all alone
Unperformative natural you
Lissome whisper of spectral illusion
Tending to your morning ablutions
In the hot exhalation of falling water
Even the smudged edges
Of your margins exude a force
To tug the oceans
9/30/24
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