Half Mast

Love is the warmest breeze-
Sailing with the deepest breath
Tugging at the summer dress

And it's not that
the dress lies flat on my knees;
Or that the sail doesn't catch a breeze

Because I'll tell you
My summer dress has been tugged at last
And the sail is hanging at half mast


Hayley Goodchild

©2000

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