The Failed Wreck

November 20, 2011
The tap-off of a snare.
The hush of the crowd,
The figures moving across the green.

The snare turned to heart,
Beating in time with the raised foot-fall.
The thoughts racing,
Flashing numbers, people, and music.

The fanfare begins,
The sail is raised,
The anchor lifted,
And suddenly the ship,
Had set off on it’s journey.

Only to sink
In a storm of mistakes.

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