mariner footsteps
gliding through clam filled pathways
just looking for home
sails of ivory
silent in Pamlico Sound
dressed in white linen
shadows of shipwrecks
distant voices pierce the night
bones under my feet
shiftlessly she walks
the old woman down the lane
missing her finger
home to back yard graves
wind whistling in live oaks
turn on the porch light
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