Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Dust to Dust #506



Dust to Dust

    Alone,
    I wander on
    these lonely docks of men
    across dunes of happenstance,
    across shards of time,
    into a foggy abyss of perpetuated dreams;
    a menagerie of seagull and lion
    calls
    and wives
    with hooded little children waving
    'Papa' out to sea …

    “Godspeed! Godspeed!”






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