Shore Walk
By: Felix L. Perry
Fog weighs anchor in the harbour,
shroud covering it’s imperfections,
hauntingly distant a bell buoy tolls,
to and fro on ocean’s gentle swell
outbound, a fog horn belches
stirring offended sea birds to flight,
flotsam and jetsam tell a story
only Neptune knows the ending
soul feeling the smell of salt brine,
lost heart yearns, he knows not why,
song lines adrift in a sailor’s minds
facing again, into the Southwest breeze,
resigned, he leaves yesterday behind…
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