Thursday, April 15, 2010

Diary of a Whaler's Wife: April 15

Jeremiah smiled at me once.
Eyes hazed by age and ale;
framed with creases from years of smiling
into the burning wind of the sea.

Just enough teeth to grasp his pipe;
to smile at me;
a cavern surrounded by the waves
of his mustache and beard.

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