Aug 2013
Oh my captain,
you are a secret compass
in my breast pocket.
A tiny urgency within my doublet
that insists me to your side
so that all the maps of my life
are your destination.
you are a secret compass
in my breast pocket.
A tiny urgency within my doublet
that insists me to your side
so that all the maps of my life
are your destination.
I wish I had a doublet. I often think I was born in the wrong era.
