Saturday, June 23, 2018

poem of the day June 23


The buoy floated in the tides
up and down with the pressure
of a life boat walking on water
The silver slide was too slippery for mortal lungs
Still everyone expected more rain on the ship's deck 
making breathing nearly impossible for the storm ladened crew
yet all the sentient souls of lost sailors were glad 


to be counted amongst the struggle of the sea

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