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Moon wax sonnet
One night I saw the bay undress the moon.
In gratitude she lit a candle shell,
And oozed her wax on choppy water dunes
That murmured songs for midnight’s breeze to quell.
The thrashing bass could splash no song as he
Convulsed and gasped, marooned on the puddled pier.
With eyes and gills agape, his dying plea:
“Return me now, my water sleeps so near”.
My heedless hand gave no release and, then,
no ripples troubled the moon’s reflecting pool.
I left him waxed in wood, went home again;
A child I was, unlearnt the golden rule.
New morning’s empty pier, my mercy to mull.
A moistened feather! Resurrected gull.
© Lorenzo — Alchemist’s Pillow
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