Photo Kenmore
Air
It wasn’t
the bloom in the hoar frost,
Turning the
page in this winter’s log…
But the
drone of a nearing sea plane,
Emerging
from the maritime fog.
The cargo
was of no importance,
Nor the
letters the plane may bring…
I celebrated
the pier’s red carpet,
Welcoming another
island spring.
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