He wants to sail
An old man
Perched on the porch
As if made of stone
He once wore a ship
Rope burns on his hands
He rocks gently now
Embraced by the redwood arms
Of his chair,
His wife making
Lemonade and lunch
He hears the splash of ocean waves
The creaking planks,
The screeching gulls
His wife talks about
How good life is,
Home and safe
Living with houses and trees
He sees the flickering
Of the distant
Harbor lights
Stars winking at
The edge of sight
She weaves his hair
With her fingers
And talks,
Unaware that he
has already sailed away.
has already sailed away.
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