"The Sky Best"
by Elaine vuong
Perhaps at midnight
When the fences fall
The land will go back
To as we saw it
No, they won’t
Have any names
Or silly possessor
They will be cloudy
And open.
And that suspense
Of plunging sea
Starts with a threat
A breaking wave
That deceives with
A most tender
Roll.
Make no claim to hear
And live at the edge
Of your skin
In the water or land
The rule is to follow
Sin.
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