Waiting For the Right Sailor
wearing a gorgeous blue topaz necklace
confiscated from the spoils of the Titanic
a sultry siren blows watery smoke rings in the Atlantic
waiting for a handsome naive sailor
willing to follow her down the depths of despair
where extra loot lies in wait
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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