Gravity Poem by Zane Gilley

Gravity



Humidity
drips
over the fathomed cliff
with dew meeting on the points
before the lunar cascade
rising from the shaded
mists of forgotten

canoes shallowly
slipping over
the dark edge,

empty

their oars adrift
as smoking sidearms
crossed to protect
the vacant dock.

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