.
quick-silver runs
on the wave crest – the moon
crashes onto the beach
.
where once
my hairline now tumble
white whiskers
.
stealing silver
creeping out – behind a cloud
moon shadows fall
.
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.
quick-silver runs
on the wave crest – the moon
crashes onto the beach
.
where once
my hairline now tumble
white whiskers
.
stealing silver
creeping out – behind a cloud
moon shadows fall
.
