Tuesday, September 25, 2012

the old orange ship (poem 24/30)

tied on two ends
to one of the remote docks

is an old orange ship
rusty in most places

old and creaking
against the waves

created by the lively wake
of living boats and ships and yachts

no one goes out
to the old orange ship

her name is worn
off the side of her hull

no one knows the name
of the old orange ship

she just sits, rocking,
rotting and acting

as the secret home
of stray cats and seagulls

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