My Captain stands at the helm,
silver rings on her nimble digits
they shoot from her lips
from her pipe
in misty perfection
only to drift over the water
and hypnotize fish.
first stanza of a rather large poem i've been working on. i just felt like posting it because i remember when i used to write poetry on LiveJournal, and i realized that this blog is lacking in that department.
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