Take me back to sea

Take me back to sea

He’s always been a funny guy,
flips up the collar of his pea coat
tidies the flip-up of navy woolen cap
struts like a rooster with forward-pursed beak
gonna turn the world upside down.

There he goes, hands in woolen pockets,
peacocking like he’s moving to 70s funky rock
instead of the clank of heavy chain, the whirr
of spinning crane and the smirking shouts
of dockers.

Take him back, sweet sea, sweep him back out into your rough hewn heart.
Take him back, let him wobble his head and glitter movie star eyes
while harmlessly floating far from society.

Author: BW
Copyright: AMW

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