by Joseph Pandoli ’22
Ships sail on the grey smoke: some with decks empty, checking ropes
And one taking their last glimpses
A Seagull screeches, falling behind the wooden framed house
Five ships have draw by and away
On a full moon, we laugh together
In the mornings, I would search
Some slow days with other stories being taller than a mast
Paintings and drawings of some weeping
Others of ships
Some with sails, some with oars
Breaking apart in wild waves
With women like bleached bones on the beach looking out to the sea
Once they told me future,
It was my past that betrayed me
I prayed to God and threw doves to the wind
At last, the sun breaks away
Clouds and the light dimed in the window
The cup with bull fresh
I checked it into the soaring sky
Towards the distant ships
Ready for it’s return
