tortured sky
collapses
moments frozen
in prose
a fisherman
in the rain
head bowed
the flowing water
a wisp of smoke rises
pipe in hand
gulls swoop and caw
littered docks
the lighthouse
dreamt as
a tower
now
intervenes
casting light
shadows dance
across your gentle face
tender thoughts
the dried corsage
held deep
in the fisherman’s pocket
remembers you.