Doldrum Ditty
I miss all my old books,
and miscellaneous tethers,
certainly an object
magical- but the missing
itself eclipses it.
I levitate for hours
dropless fisherhook
stainless above contentment.
When memory stirs unbidden
my loyal boat is shook.
A behemoth belch from the deep:
the way your words clipped when
read aloud. I start back as the L,
shudders along its burrow.
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