Three Poems by Cynthia Kraman
The Captain (1) The captain is quiet in his cabin Smiling at the man who pronounced terroir At his table as though the Pommerol, Supine and primeval would certainly Tear the throats of those not from the region He’s wondering this night about nothing Having checked his course carefully and well Besides, there’s so much radar equipment On his own deck and those passing … Continue reading Three Poems by Cynthia Kraman