Shipwrecked

The fiscal year brings
With it a bushel of
Apples and oranges waiting
To compare to the inner
Realm of the other,
Each on held within
Its vessel a vivacious
Spirit laying in wait for
Her man lost at sea on
His journey home from
A day of fishing.

His body lies battered and
Bruised along the shore
Of some island, where
He’s barely breathing,
Holding onto life by a
Thread wrapped around
His finger: A reminder
To pick up a loaf of bread
From the store for his wife
Who continues to hope for
His safe return.

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015

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