Strange What Keeps You Afloat by Scott Elder

Strange What Keeps You Afloat A crow’s groan at dawn the creak of two boughs touching an empty breeze this tortoiseshell cat doz- ing in moonlight its wizened body attuned to the tide to some haunt- ing song that spins and drifts and twists a way through leaving you limp and without design tonight is beyond anyone’s reach a barely- there-event then gone give me a God damn map you mutter your…