May 012005
Upon the turqouise, misty sea
a pirate ship floats lazily.
Sails down on a windless night,
her beauty is of graceful might.
Along her cannoned broadside trails,
a merchants ship with ragged sails.
Booty from exotic lands,
silk for ladies, gold for man.
The pirates fought like losing men,
only to win at evenin’s dark end.
April, 1984
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