Washed ashore and lost
I stumbled upon a Cathedral
Wherein I searched my atlas
Waiting to be rescued
the sound of a crows’ echo
was hollow and ghastly
and the whimsical of it all
was the hue of the nights starry full
moon
©Regina Phillips 7.29.2021
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