Castaways ...

The dinghy took us to the empty shore - 

A carob tree cast a precious shadow - 

The blue sky held a burning sun - 

Firebreaks parted the tinder dry pines - 

It was as though we were castaways - 

We would climb a winding stair to look for a yellow ship - 

Resin would scent the air - 

We would hear the music of faraway pipes - 

We would greet our ghosts and feel their smoky hands in ours - 

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12 May 2018

Kapikargin