for M. So many days wishing against bone, flesh cruel enemy, mirror my captor. Yet, as years gather—lover’s bouquet of wildflowers that blaze
Eager for conversation, standing near a tarp-covered shopping cart, she asks a gentleman traveler: Do you have an ocean? Is she wondering whether he
For these few hours our captain is John, or some such name—drowsy—I forget… None of us know him. Below us—riding the waves so