Friday, November 16, 2012

3978. WINDLASS

WINDLASS
So much all much all together once.
I have only now stepped forth onto this
grassy carpet, and already realize my love
for this land : we are wayward, cast ashore,
blown here and abandoned. The Captain
has left his ship, and is at sea. Yet, so are
we, and oh yes, so are we.

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