Obsequy

I sketched your pale face in the midst of a bleached sky waves break over the long granite jetty on cool wet sands I light the pipe. I'm walking on air barefoot as the waves rush in. Awaiting the rise of the autumn moon ballerinas twirl above the sea wall with angst I slowly drift towards my briny grave. As wispy ocean tendrils weep Will I be with ghosts of pirates? blasé excuse the sea awaits. 2/22/2021 Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet