Whaling Season
Just to stay
for you to
mend the view
and me,
red is the dome long
gone.
I'm
stale without you, a place
with entangled wonders,
a Cliff view,
a life to forfeit! —
that required more than
being out of one’s bed,
or
the balcony.
It is whaling season —
the beacon is higher.
Sailing is longer.
