Late Harbor
My old friend still steals my gaze
though my harbor is filled with red boats
longing to set sail
she has winds that will knock them off course
on some sunny days the winds favor
the sails, but ol’ hefty -that damned whale
destroys the boats.
hefty, that cursed whale, swallows
those boats and chokes them down, because
he knows if they get to her shore
they will crash and burn.
Copyright © Samuel Hess | Year Posted 2023
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