Were you a locksmith?
Can't finesse that keyhole?
Nor even hold tool no more
nor stay afoot on ground
So fly, love,
See the stars above
A cartoon muse balloons
and sail the hull go
Boating air borne on water walk
Pierce the bubble of belief
in self and heart
Your palm lines an umbrella
a crescent spiderweb
Quack quack
Amusement going lightly
Swimming through these clues


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