Tattered Sails
Tourists come
to take pictures
our lights no longer shine
foghorns no longer blare
yet we stand
stark white
against angry skies
memories flashing
over distant waters
tattered sailors drifting
through history’s shoals.
©12/16/2018
contest – Lighthouse Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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