chro·mo·some

the runaway effort
escaping to the wings
of high-hung curtains,
red & velvet.
like a desire for more
than the curve of your shoulder
an appetite, willing
to indulge in the process
of fighting the wrong.

my ally, the Spring
i hear your tepid calls
establishing the runes
to write out my name

spelling out the effort
of galvanized buckets
pouring the water
to freshen the tide

washing away
from the shore
disappearing into
the forever sea

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