A Flight Like Tangerines Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

my toes turned up in Barbados.....
the craft we sailed was a worthy one....
the voyage full of jangles....
clankings up the mizzen heard
by smuggled rooks whose caws aloosed
the vulpine spirit in me...
I'd known, sly was I, what to claim
and whose cross, adorned, I would bare......
Caitlin knew to wait would be profane...
she no doubt nursed a babe each year...
and I,
my toes,
the rest of me...sleep here...

Summerset Fox