Envoi

The light is failing even as I speak,
I turn to face the last flush of the sun,
The hawser grows more frayed, the mast more weak,
And of my fleet, all ships have sailed but one.

Mandalay, Mustique July 30, 2007

 


This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form. Thank you — Felix Dennis