Safe as Houses

Seine River

stood out, the thief in a mill,
safer than
mice in cheeses.

if it please, then, he still didn’t find it,
that needle
the traveler was
peddling, pulling him back outside,
boredom a dangerous enemy
now met in a narrow street.

skipped blithely by the praying pirate, and ran
into debt for a little wisdom,
enough, though….

to discover how to yield precedence,
leave shore, to discover life,
find a land lit with dappled light.

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About Martin

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