Shailen Karur

And Here She Is, Again

a gentle wafting felt lightly on the surface of waters
that rage, giving vent to each other on corrugations
the waxing seems like a sinewy release
the waning an ebb upon her fortunes
this mistress of mine is elusive, receding cleverly
as no grasp of mine can hope to possess
for even the briefest of moments
all I've wont to have happen is to borne into
her bosom of tender yet lackadaisical whimsy

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