It's time to sail the trade winds
and recover the wreckage from the tide.
In the center of the square, people are swimming.
Children are playing on streets nearby.
Bleeding is the moon on its axis;
You can feel the chill in the grin of it's half empty face.
© 24-Apr-2012 Sonja J. Johnston
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