White Wings on an Ocean,
straining, a billowing team.
The sailor braces against his contrary wheel
raping the rudder as lines wail taut.
The storm flogs with malice.
White Wings on an Ocean
screamed into shreds that bandage the mast.
A halyard flails, lifelines gone,
the dinghy torn off.
The sailor weeps for soft green meadows.
Excerpted from my
Moments of the Heart,
A Book of Poems and Short Prose
A Book of Poems and Short Prose
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