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Wassailing.

" 'You must have been tired,' said Toad.

'I was tired,' said Frog, 'and it started to rain.' " —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Brixham lighthouse in the setting sun.

chill crescent a crown whirled
crabwise my map frabjous
the desert's blare destined
to draw me worm army
broad daylight the bricks crack
abrupt talk of captives
whisper against wharfcrowds
bound wherry impairment
a windshield scrape scripture
scribble where no orb shines
erasure's hand hustles
happily the keepers
have fangled green grotto
for grisly lunch watches
full of the erst echoes
armature of sermons
even as turn-token
attains simmer moment
spirit spans the desert
speaks to the clown only
clobbers the clown inly
no clue or else false lead
which dutiful fastens
& foists as if mystic
lunar fission lambent
along some scorch beachhead
once wandered to, questing

Chill crescent.