The Wreck – a poem
I sit gazing over the warm waters of Islamorada – The seabirds, the distant lighthouse, the wind-surfers, Kayakers, and jet-skiers skudding to and fro. Islamorada about relaxation, slowness, Extended time, warmth, sun and beauty. Rather than their busy-ness what intrigues me Is what seems to be a wreck, Marooned on the outer edges of the …
