quiet walk
alone in the chatter
of unusually happy poets
i love you brooklyn bridge from high
and low beneath me an ancient schooner
casts off her lines and stands out to blue sea

the cables thrummmm and i have become unstuck in time



#297. sailor

June 18, 2010

casting off
nimble in the rain
the casual confidence
she projects through her
well mastered rope handling
is calling me back to the grey sea
back to myself back to the deep dark

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