as she nods pleasantly

Hyacinth garden

I woke up

to a warning

you don’t love me anymore

I made up the bed

this morning

under the Spanish moss

I closed my eyes when you crept in

well all I know is

you can’t be afraid.

when it all goes up in flames

the hounds on your scent

be mindful of those who shoot too far

as they’ll cut off the flower of your age

Don’t you see? life lines in my palm

as she nods pleasantly

unique among those placed in the sky

I opened my eyes location unknown and unsaid

he is an old man of the sea

he received the gift of prophecy

muse of eloquence and epic poetry

maybe somewhere in the far western Mediterranean Sea

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