We float.
Our eyes go to the line
as brilliance
pokes.
Night dissipates
and breaks
like an untied knot.
Here, far out at sea,
sun holds a flower
to morning,
and we are this daisy
on a boat
named Flower Pot.
Published by Noctua Review,2019
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