This morning the rain snakes around the deck, comfortably cold: At sea in December, the snow packed like ice cream into our marrow.
You were the boatswain and I was the comfortable king. I let you steer because I had never seen the sea. Not even on the Mary Celeste, where we now live. When we got cold you'd just tell me to think myself warm. To never betray you with blankets. -Tay --------------------------------------------------- http://www.tayarrowsherman.com/ http://www.olio-academy.com/ --------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
