St. Augustine, Florida
It has been two years now
Since I saw you.
Your dirt streets dotted with shells
Lead to the old spanish fort.
The draw bridge awaits my steps.
The cannons filled with gun powder
Await the lighting of the fuse.
I sit along your crystal blue shores
In meditation of days gone by
When up the lighthouse I climbed
To look upon the lighted boats
In your harbor. The spanish galeons
Pass in a ghostly mist of fog
That blankets the indigo water
Now the tide is rolling in
The bright ball of fire sinks
Into the coolant waters.
Poem by
Garrett Morgan
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