Blush

The sea has its red boil simper,
Daily blushing dawn and dusk.

A white butterfly boat blushes
Inside shallow smile of shame.

The old sea is past nubile girls.
Old poets die away from flesh.

They climb their dawn poems
Starting on the dark crow caw.

(After reading Vladimir Nabokov’s The Poem)

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