poem twenty five: the bitter end (three)

The bitter end

of the rope that let your sails
down, or swings empty and
waiting from the gallows ā€“

she takes up the slack, knots
twisted like secret codes, pulls
up the anchor, changes course.

*

Part three of three (at the moment) of these pirate drafts, here & here.

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