Secret Ingredients
Pirates
awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew
–
prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails
Rain
on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain
–
pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause
Chill
as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves
–
barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer
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