To an Island offshore an Island

Swan swathed
seagoing seguing
to and fray
unteathered

a skiff rusted
skim of spume
lost cargo
in the deep

slow mazing
on all seeing
ocean garden
unwalled

ware the weed
the under tumble
rumbles with scried
skies joined

still vessel waterskates
rowingly unbicepped
intercepted for scarecrow
scale the regal bow

draw the pinched arrow
fumble the undertow
it's da, there
and da da

for the skein of
a soft fort
we want walls
unwound

it's down to the depths
of a buck and a slogan
to ears, ears only
they have migrated

the security camp
to the mainland
wified and the phone is
off for 24 hours.