Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Midnight Ferry

Traveling under a full moon,
I hopped the ferry for a ride…
With driftwood, oil and plastic bottles,
I floated home on the ebbing tide.

We dropped anchor on the island,
Amidst the battle of windblown swells…
Now safe and warm, and home again,
Abed on rocks and broken shells.

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