PROSE

the following was written by Mitch in the summer of 1973

 

   afloat on a salt water dream

 

butterflies of sailboats

   wisper across the water

with but the wind's direction

   the sun's meaning

 

beaming bright 

   the sails tell stories of journey

and beauty rested within

 

i wonder

   (as they struggle in gusts

to remain afloat)

   how far off am i from floating away

to the sea

   in the sky

and if i capsize

   (if only to learn the limit)

will i be able to stand again

   and sail as proud

as my friend with wings of cloth

   strong enough to capture direction

flexible to change with it

   afloat on a salt water dream