Plankton

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Our travels in the backwaters.
Your diary filling with
algae.

If somewhere the answers
hidden below the flowers.

0nce love. The two of us
painting the shadows.

How far inland we asked
at the bistro lodged
in dream.

If its to be a perpetuity
of drift let us dress
properly sealing
things in.

We ask:

will we hear the cry
far out at sea
like a flame.