A Landscape in Monochrome

A fingernail chewed from an anxious hand
its cratered edge tells of edginess

Three days in thirteen hidden pieces

The nail blown into a brass and platinum sky
where a flotilla of green skiffs tack to port
flash ruby hulls
a portent of tint poised to taint vapour
paint faded as the swan wings
west and as black as those three nights
but equally
as bright as the rabbit’s first Moon

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