Poems ✍️

RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a taffy mass down the
wind; layers of soot on the top deck; a taffrail … and a woman’s steel face …
looking … looking.
Cliffs challenge humped; sudden arcs form on a gull’s wing in the storm’s vortex;
miles of white horses plow through a stony beach; stars, clear sky, and
everywhere free climbers calling; and a woman’s steel face … looking … looking …