Morning Off Okinawa Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Morning Off Okinawa



Day dawns
sky cobalt blue
cirrus clouds high
overhead -

Tombs on green hills
look out to sea -

Our LST rolls in gentle swells
in the East China Sea -

a nimbus of grease and oil glisten astern
a scent of percolating coffee in the galley aft
seasons the brisk salt air!

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