Friday, September 30, 2011

Foul Weather Friday

when you stepped
onto the bus
i felt the salt air brush against my cheeks
your swarthy swagger
and more salt than pepper beard
made me envision long ago days
on the sea
with only the crewmen and and the fish
for company

oh gorton's fisherman!
how i longed to ask your true name
and for some fish sticks!

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