Dragged from bed to watch mother dance.
into the night too saxophones
under historic rebellious lantern light.
Stowaways in tea chests deciphering
the torn out pages of a long forgotten diary.
Jilted at the alters faltering to a old score.
that still can’t be settled even when they were all
separated out by seven lines over the map of the sea.
Winding azures interest lingering indifferences