Pirates
Black, endless eyes, the wind
Flapping. Pitching star to port,
Anchored cradle.
Grappling, a hook and cries;
treasures engulfing desires.
Ransacking, a pillage, flames
licking wood.
The bottle, no message; only
a Ship.
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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