Thursday, December 06, 2007

Some lines....

Falcon Chinook 34

Drew by wind
On 60 years
Slicing in the liquid highway
Stole away from modern clamor
Now awaits upon the rocks

Her bow calls out, she wants to fly now
But sail and mast have left her hull
She greets the sun, observed, abandoned
To ice, to wind, to waves and stones

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