Davey’s Trap

I am the Captain

of this Ship

and I choose

where to berth it.

But, here I sit,

in the Crow’s Nest,

having fits.

I am mapless.

My navigator left,

took the compass.

I’m feeling lost,

in Davey’s trap.

© CGT, 2018.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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