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He Lost Wind of Her Sails
He Lost Wind Of Her Sails In the ocean of his mind, always turbulent, there sits a Bermuda triangle, ships being lost, swallowed, for he was once a ship lost, swallowed, never to be heard or seen, too, especially with his ex. In his coral kingdom, bright colorful fish swim. So many. So many tangs and angels. Yet he is so oblivious to. It's the turbulent, swirling in his mind, taking precedence, two passing ships in the night, lost, sailing to where, who knows. Each without a dock or anchors, or rudders, sailing, sailing in opposite directions. He pauses to take a look, at her ship, ... her. Still sleek, her, ... her anointed nose highly up in the air. He blinks. He knows that look, especially her diction, authoritative and theologian. His mind swirls. Was that the moon howling? Or was that her? It can't be her speaking. She hates him, not giving him the time of day. Or was that his subconscious fluttering? The voices swirling in his mind. His voices from the past stage fright, still ... voices that never came out. She had that effect on him, at a passing, a passage of time, two ships sailing in opposite directions ... swelling in his mind. connie pachecho 6/07/17
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