Flash Frozen
Leaves have veins
so do I
& most of the time, it is our moon
& Pacific Ocean
& a fishing boat with a bright light
off the coast
with a crew of men and women
scraping, scaling, deheading
& throwing the fish into the hold
full of ice
FLASH FROZEN
under a Luminous
moon seen -
each in our own way
we wade into the waves.
I love how vivid your poem gets *J* with the appearance of the fishing boat, the frozen moment of poetry, part of your veins: what makes (any) you (that) you, wading your own way into the waves.
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