Vagabonds
Verdigris on bronze viv
anchors in mud’s delta.
Grim steps keep going…
A strange fear: the sea,
biting like thorny scrub…
On salty tears, a rodeo
nimbly rides, life’s pain
death-dusting the land…
Still seeking a fortress?
(12/30/20: ’98 Carver Mariner 350 DMS)
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