Chasing The Ethereal Poem by mark glaser

Chasing The Ethereal



There was a skipper of a clipper,
Who chased the horizon.

It's sliver,
Had beauty to catch,
He thought.

Fear not the tempest nor the sea,
Come closer please.

Hither motioned he,
The horizon sat,
Beckoning him.

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