By: Dewi Linggasari
on the waves roaring
the almanac has been a
long fall
heaved the canoe
stranded in no man's land farthest island
was the absolute time to rotate
stripped the
month, and lonely
even grains of sand remain jittery
after waves billow
after the storm menggasing
too late to re-start
only pieces of a dream
when one day
boats will hunt
blue ocean
clinging to the dock eternal
Agats - Asmat, June 24th, 2015
heaved the canoe
stranded in no man's land farthest island
was the absolute time to rotate
stripped the
month, and lonely
even grains of sand remain jittery
after waves billow
after the storm menggasing
too late to re-start
only pieces of a dream
when one day
boats will hunt
blue ocean
clinging to the dock eternal
Agats - Asmat, June 24th, 2015
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