Treasure Island

Robert Leary

(New London, Connecticut)

Alone


It feels awkward walking alone
Along this pier tonight
Shyly I stare at the screws
In the planking
Beating a rhythm to my shoes
Moving before me a young couple
Engrossed in love’s conversation
Coming toward me another couple
With a dog
Everyone’s attached
I think ‘where are my screws’
What keeps me here
Held in the flash of the City
Plankton on a silent sea
Before my bow slipping
Through the waves unheard
But for the helmsman
My mind zooms out
It’s me alone
The boat lists
I smile
And steer a course…

Submitted: Friday, January 21, 2011
Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011

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  • Adeline Foster (4/12/2014 1:48:00 PM)

    Expected something like Alone At Last. But no, there was much more to this poem. Read mine - Everybody Has Had Somebody -
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