Sailing to windward
Sailing to windward Poems
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This Flat Earth
In bitter sweet memory,
the horizon never appeared
to get any closer
and he voyaged in love, blissfully.
Until, from the foaming crest
of one stormy wave,
he plunged to oblivion.
She had lied.
The Earth was flat after all.
Her warm teary breath fogs the mirror glass
as she tries to fix her face to pass
the coming frantic wave of hands.
Her grief stricken sighs stay inward facing
while his loud packing and pacing
takes on the brassy noise of bands
She fears his love, white crested and foaming,