I scanned the windswept
Through rugged reefs of pain,
And for my journey:
shore of your
aged and broken body
(they bent and primped you
like a dime-store doll);
past gloomy atolls of derelict pride
I sailed
to a tropical sea of your
shimmering soul.
The timeless treasure of
your timid, schoolgirl smile.
svh
Salvation Army Thanksgiving, 1984
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