Luck
looking up at skies
vast enough to rectify
a bit of bad luck
Port
port softly beckons
promising sanctuary
I embrace the storm
Light
a cold bedspread cast
in slats of Venetian light
the scent still lingers
Writer
Luck
looking up at skies
vast enough to rectify
a bit of bad luck
Port
port softly beckons
promising sanctuary
I embrace the storm
Light
a cold bedspread cast
in slats of Venetian light
the scent still lingers