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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