Tuesday, November 21, 2006

MacIntosh is pulled, unconscious and stiff, from the breakwater

They move quickly, grab the young deckhand
wipe the foam from his mouth

inhale, a silent wish

that they've found him in time

arrived before the Angel Gabriel
leans forward
to touch the water's
surface &
blow his trumpet

ripples bouncing across
the morning waves
calling the young
man home.

No comments: