June 15, 2012 at 10:10 am (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , )

A beached drifter

transcends undefined horizons

of personal lost tides.

Ankles crossed,

upstaged by caffeine conversation,

he smiles.


lip-cracked penny whistle raised,

waits his moment.

One note,

barely audible, sustained,


Emotions opening,

wrung out Earth begins to crumble.



1 Comment

  1. Nicholas Gagnier said,

    I really like the way you have with words 🙂 Great poem.

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