To read again
And nothing stirs
But Spot down
At my feet.
It's late and still
This racking cough.
The lights now
Spot our street.
But I am gone
No patient I
Out to sea
With Silver slick
And paradise for free.
And jungle trails
And buried loot
As blood boils
Now 'look alive'
And 'trim the sheets'
And 'tow your line
A bed my sloop
A night sky thrills
A dog first-mate perhaps.
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