This windy port draws the lonely
through tufting tides between bows
and skiffs.
Sailors and navigators ply
unseen highways from this rough
city to another.
To ride the whale road takes heart
and luck and an empty home;
none waiting.
The space between ports liminal
full of risk, fear; chances to perish,
and of hope.
(c) Copyright 2019 by Kevin J. Fellows
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Oh my gosh, this painted a story in my head. 😁 fav line: “full of risk, fear; chances to perish,
and of hope.” oh gosh, love, LOVE that!
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Thank you. It’s always wonderful to hear such kind words.
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