Astrid

Her cabin stands on Turtle Mount
Among scrub oaks and oyster chips
On the wall in her boudoir
A black and white photo
A young girl wears a Marcella dress
She smiles

Her memories as morning fog
Sometimes, it so clear
As a coin plunges into the blue sea

Sometimes her prince
Stands before her, but
On his journey
She buries him into the blue sea

From her wood-burning stove
Wheat loaf and apple cake
On the window shelf
Offering to souls of voyagers

A gust storm
From the Atlantic Ocean
The plank to the pier
Bickering waves
Billow on tumble-sea
Sluttish against white-wash wall

Starry night
A light of an oil lamp
In her cabin
As a naked light from a tower
Its glow looks out to the black sea

Ninety more years
Her blue eyes
Glimpse once more
On the sullen sea--
Mooring of a vessel
Solely it startles her memories

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