scrimshaw my heart
whalebone my soul
green ice the sky
water flowing under
this land's skin
pours over river flesh
we need whalebone
we need scrimshaw etch
my heart offered
to the sky
crying these
visions dwell
etching into words of me
etching into river swell
this pointing bone
© Michael Raven
Wow. Michael… this is really good.
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Thank you very much.
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Whoa. 👍👍👍👍👍👍
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Thank you, TJ. ❤
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