The Lighthouse

A Poem

D. Abboh
Sep 19, 2021

As the Earth spins us into day and night
and the moon pulls the tides higher and lower,
waves water the bones of another poem
and words cling to paper oceans like wet clothes on skin.
After sunset, this poem becomes the lighthouse.

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D. Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com