Swan Songs #9: 0-1 Manchester United

by Maxwell Kuhl

what drunk, hapless waves,
lapping shore-ward,
heady in the moving water
waiting for the rocks and sand,
already leaning, lost together

what twisted, angled sails
flapping wayward,
aimlessly caught in the lee
mixing with the rolling fog
already empty, and alone

what fickle, dizzy reason,
erratic, upward
through the godless storm,
searching for the great whale,
already going, and gone


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