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by Michael Pendragon

Bare feet burn as I cross the sunblanched sand
My roasting skin a tender burnished bronze
The morning sun warms weary bones to life
And stirs forgotten dreams of younger days
When I would gaze out at the boundless sea
And taste my future in each salted breath
Her rolling waves drove homeward ‘cross the brine

A lonely sea bird’s footprints blaze my path
Along the water’s edge where salt-sea foam
Breaks o’er my toes and yields up to the sun
It’s pirate horde of kelp and broken shell
From somewhere under the horizon’s rim
A ship’s horn cuts the morning haze in two
Calling me from foreign ports I might have known