Friday, January 16, 2015

Island Isolation


Often what I see each day,
Makes up for the lack of friends.
Seldom there’s time for loneliness,
My change of scenery never ends.

I remember when the tides close in
Two ferries and a bridge are near.
The perfect escape from the island
Is at the end of the float plane pier. 
 
A gateway to adventure,
We waited on the lower stair;
There was never a better assent,
Disappearing into thin air.


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