Farewell Captain

Ride, Captain, ride. Looking Up The clouds, like a herd of mute behemoths Dancing to an invisibly intructed rhythm, Burnish the horizon’s azure sombrero With images of determined impermanence, Leaving readers of the sky who Look for more than signs of weather, An atlas only of the imagination. (The Capt.) One of my favorite Fleetwood …

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