The Olde Salt
a frayed brim,
jeans torn and worn
- faded by sun and sea;
a carefree beard,
not of fad nor fashion
but of living!
tears and tears for
truant truths
dried
like the salty stains
on a slicker and
the vacant hopes
of a stare...
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