Castaway Poem by Joe Bisicchia
Castaway
The ocean runs,
it runs
through our backyard
as a highway,
four lanes.
Sometimes
I keep my eyes closed
and just listen.
Sometimes
I just open the blinds
to that glisten.
Sometimes,
I just take my raft
against the tide
like Tom Hanks
and paddle into the surf,
just to get to the store
for more suntan lotion.
Published by Rabid Oak,2018
Friday, March 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: island,journey
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