Foggy bay sailboats

The Third Wheel

Monday, October 3, 2022

Grey skies, grey bay - it’s a new day

It’s sirene: the wind has not been keen


In the flat vicinity the perspective is revealing of a truth

Two tripartite wooden polls, erect in effect


Amidst a sea of matter they stand

But in their sight, comes the plight

An endowed vessel, strong, firm, and better


The poles are no longer as such

They enjoy new company, a bit much


In their disparate perspectives, the poles grow apart


Firmed in place, a coldness flourishes

One that for the future nourishes