Monday, October 25, 2010

part trois

lake michigan shipwreck(cont.)

it went down
it was magnificent, supposed to be
the windy city, her small sea
now there are oceans between us
the tides were rough

you abandoned ship,
summertime here, I’m seeing ghosts
the one I liked most,
there is water damage to the helm
You just saved yourself

and then it falls,
i still see ghosts,
i kept on swimming,
swimming out, swimming south
a fisherman plucked me,
out of the tide,
took me home, on a ride
he nursed me back to health
shared with me his intellectual wealth
and i still see your ghost
but i ignore, i look away

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