tasted salty....
mine host, a Grand Mariner....
set salient compass points... toasting
to a gull's insouciance
and the rapid decline of monolithic marshweeds....
by three past a coquille...sans jacks....
all were beached....
.a squeeze of lime revived the mizzen-struck....
we felt the dark of noon as the august limbs remained abrupt.... hairier than most.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was quite good delilah dear! pity to spoil the imagery with the last three words though! a perfect time to shave! Smiling at you tai