That vision seen yon, o’er
unlikely variegated arc
holds no cause of angst to heed—
dreams stay tight in hearts held open
aloft o’er jostling oceans along
chase not of riches but
victuals, warmth . . . shelter from
frostnip which hobbles the dream
fathomed in ascent.
Written for dVerse quadrille prompt 165: “warmly”.
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