Down my rocky coast she ranges
in a nightly migration to the fringes.

She vacations my currents from
protected bay to open ocean.

Gaze encompasses a sure-thing
dramaturgical destination.

Her affection touches upon
endless drinking wing-wise.

What flavor and power of music
is she? In flight not flighty.

Instantly I become bizarre
unconvinced of the obvious.

Over vineyards and apple orchards
unleaving, light and non-stop.


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