You Are Going For Good

this meeting will be brief
like twilight we will talk agree on departures of

hands waving in the port the ship blows a big sound

the ears of the shorelines are
deafened

you are going away for
good like twilight

on that ship
all your promising mornings are taken away

take the noontimes then for your survival and evenings too,

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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