Arch

His shoulders lost their arch,
stretched from east to the sunset.
His stride sailed over the oceans,
clouds and thunder storms.
Though his glory felt estranged
he radiated like dawn.

He was doused in dark clouds, draped
like baggy grey and black shawls
rolling over his head,
shoulder, and arm.

He swaddled himself
with the fine linens, over and over,
till his heart clawed through the storm
searching for the whispering ocean breeze…
[sing, sing, sing, with the birds and swinging waters]

He swaddled himself
with the fine linens, over and over,
till his heart clawed through the storm
searching for the whispering ocean breeze
and fine sand in which to wiggle his toes

His shoulder [had finally] lost it arch.
Propping up the smile that dangled low
and pulling up the waters that smelled like giggles.
“These valleys are not deep enough…”
he said
“to hide the funnies that I mine”.

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