Ship in a BottleA Poem by getinthecarplease
I've been starboard lounging,
taking ganders at the sea-green sky, wrapped in old aromas of ocean and frontier rye, gripped in wonder - it seems we're aground where the plunder of tropic campaigns can't be found. An odyssey, thoroughly taxidermied; a ship in a bottle, a trinket on the shelf. I've been port-bow lounging, taking inventory of myself. © 2024 getinthecarplease |
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