William M. Peaster

Posted on May 25, 2022Read on Mirror.xyz

The Lull

in city of blue haze weak for magic i balcony lean at last bar in the dark bay

i la and la and la some more years and storms pass yet nothing changes the night i lean into the dream and fall thru

i realize there is no balcony i'm adrift on a boat  in a moonless bay watching a blueness from afar

i raise my cutlass like a torch on the sea some dart whizzes over my shoulder toward the hidden shore