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by Chris Sorrenti


I’m writing myself
into and out of this pandemic
and in the process righting myself
keeping the ship from tipping
too far to the left
too far to the right
though it often leaves the water
on flights of fancy, it escapes to
far-away lands, past, present, and future
time traveler of a different sort
yet to gain immortal wings
though already immortal
in its own way
captain and crew
me, myself, and I
with a motley band of the usual suspects
to help while away the hours, years
as this ship and its cast of millions
beneath sun and stars
continue into the great unknown


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Image courtesy of Time Travelers, Facebook



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12/24/2021

Posted on 12/24/2021
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/24/21 at 05:26 PM

Really a fine poem, Chris. Love the photo, also.

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