Long Pier
the pier ghostly
as the fog rolls in---
weighing anchors
was it not here
we met the first time?
heavy mists
of memories
making steps---
timbers creak
yet, I find you not
this dampness
that rolls from my eyes---
tangible streaks
that exhale
the unforgettable you
© Debra Squyres
Tanka Trio 1/10/16
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