Titan
Amble on and we’ll pore sweat over maps,
plumb with a chalk snap and mark twain:
this is the tributary where I first paid
the belle’s toll, a river of silver and gold.
Toddle on and we’ll find our sea feet
to the rise and swell of brine and stomach:
this retreating continent where I first voided
her saltwater kisses into a shallow trough.
Saunter on and we’ll cross swords and whiskey
shots across the bow like ships in the night:
the stern warning blinking dashboard red,
the iceberg, and the imminent disaster.
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