poem by John Grey
On Deck in Rough Water The ship rocked from side to side and I was the only one on deck.
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On Deck in Rough Water The ship rocked from side to side and I was the only one on deck.
Winter Child City’s snowed in. No one’s about. Nothing to do but admire the night sky through rippling red eyes. Not so much the stars. But the darkness that holds them in place.