Sun galleon, dreadnought of dragonfly’s wings.
World to world on parchment dust and sepia lines.
Crews asketch with dramatic character,
And flair not true to the real man.
Destinations in pastel and awesome arc,
Something leapt live from the artist’s pad.
World to world on ascending notes and lyric refrain;
Crews aflight, swooping in curves to curving lines.
Sails drawn to moor in distant places, a pirate’s trove of adventures.
…and then I awoke.
Sun galleon
6 June 06
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