here it comes now...

... that soft sail

and the wind looks as if

it’s trying hard to breathe

i have elements in me

a compass borrowed

for some sorrow

i assuaged

my eyes upward and unfolding

over some wave

i might beach

for adrift

my cuffs are turned up

and arms are a reelin’ in

that wind

i know

makes me a kite

set to sail on a sea...

coming for me

                                      (For "The Mighty Quinn")

© Gerry Mattia 2024
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