Broken Hulls And Bullrings

In the days before he died,

A broken hull

Stuck in sand,

He remembered

When she came by

Skirt beckoning

Like a bullring cape,

And though

 There was no band

Now like way back then,

No Escape,

And he slowly drifted off

Drifted off

Away

Offshore.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:28 AM December 31, 2017

 

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