Cold Sailing

Waves enfold waves.
With rolling swell
we rise and fall.

Through deafening static
of storm-struck air
I hear the rigging’s
ringing fear

as under the bridge
titanic ships
plow darker paths
through
shadowed bay.

With sails engorged,
swiftly
we fly away!

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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