Thursday, May 16, 2024

Something Different

 Ship in a Bottle
by Kay Ryan

It seems
impossible —
not just a
ship in a
bottle but
wind and sea.

The ship starts
to struggle — an
emergency of the
too realized we
realize. We can
get it out but
not without
spilling its world.

A hammer tap
and they’re free.
Which death
will it be,
little sailors?
-bill kenny

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