Storm At Sausalito Poem by Steven Federle

Storm At Sausalito



Sailboats lashed to the pier,
ebon masts, dark trees bare
with tightly shrouded canvas sail,
rigging singing in the gale,
pier groaning, grey waves grind
clinging sloops to taut lines,
steel bulwarks rise and fall
against gleaming, cool jetty walls.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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