Backward in Time
Backward in time my mind becomes
a Mikimoto pearl of gleaming white
that casts a glow of moon upon
a lap strake skiff at night
A light wind breeze,
and lapping sea
where trades are softly pushing,
the canvas worn
southwest toward
where dolphin smiles are mooring.
poem by Sara Fielder
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