Friday, May 12, 2017

poem of the day May 12


An empty chair 
on a ghost ship
somewhere out to sea
An invisible captain charts
a way off course 
driven by drifting waves
as the ship rocks
back and forth
to the beat of
long winged seagulls
that hover whenever
passing ships approach
protecting the graves of dead sailors
unable to speak the truth
of traveling in time after
karma has been emptied 
from their minds

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