The Water Settles For Me

Let us talk in dripping turns,
moaning out of the juice of fuss
Squirrels and holes
Bore holes with it
Here’s a night for me
the beginning of twinkling stars
a cozy cloud in a silent thump.
Fingers touching the moon
stirring the oven of volcano
Red and pink walls
Storms beyond the Captain’s voice.
Some come ashore
some touch the sheet of the sky
some heal a lost sun.
This is how it settles
then we begin the journey again.

Ruddapoet Rudolph

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