Friday, January 4, 2013

A packet lies in port



A packet lies in port
A thwart, which is my seat, possessed
A seed, a son, a souvenir
Another year before the mast

At capstan arms the passengers
Winch away the straying wait
Sore liberty for contraband 
Self bestowed this even tide


Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013



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