Crusoe Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Crusoe
Grilled golden grains slip through restless hands,
suntanned fingers straining sandy rain.
Coralled on small landstrip's salty strand,
solitary castaway scans from coral reign.
Beyond mosquito swarms, past gulls, palm band
food, drink provide, easing nostalgic pain.
Cloudless compass around man’s vainly panned
as visions strange range through an aching brain.
(2 June 2013)
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