39 Th Birthday Poem In Memory of Fellow Seafarer Mark Thomas
Never not what it started as; with no promises handed. Backs watched properly; when needed and/or convenient.
Thinking on universal time and ten year calendars. Air heavy with spice, salt crisp on my lips.
Eyes blinded by stars
Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015
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