I like this one a lot, Larry. Glad to know you're still at it..
On Thu, May 28, 2015 at 10:01 AM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
wrote:
If she sees me, she will, a Siren,
Draw me, “take me home,”
She’ll wail and moan.
I shouldn’t listen.
I’ve traveled so far,
My boat is cracked along its seams.
I’m stretched out on the sand
Wracked by a hacking cough,
Staring off toward her island.
At night I hear
Her call my name, “Why do
You leave me here. Do I
Mean so little after all this time”?
I roll over and look
At the occluded dense sky.
Her calls fall
From the clouds,
As brimstone and fire.
“I’ll come when I can,”
I promise but
She cannot hear.
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