i’m sorry i shouted at you
i had no right (you told me darkly)
i sailed my disgrace through the reef of shame
but hadn’t we kissed at the blushing jetty?
was that just another tidal skeeting?
another day with nothing inside
yet hope still dabbed behind each ear
i’ve seen mermaids depart for other shores before
speaking wakes of dismantled devotion
i hope we prove to be the exception
once more in our summer of discontent
again we list sadly into fall apart
to become a sail’s wintry afterthought
but didn’t our lungs evolve for screaming
for when choppy waters beset us?
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
Beautiful poetry
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Thank you so much, Anand. I really appreciate that!
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Love this thoughtful poem.
Gwen.
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Thank you so much, Gwen. I really appreciate that!
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Tony, As it all changes around us.
Thanks,
Gary
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Thanks, Gary. And you’re so right.
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It always gets better, like the grey before those first shoots of spring begin to…spring.
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