View From Starboard

The vessel christened Caprice set out
over murky waters.

A falseness in the certainty of whim.

Flaming quips, a solemn constant gleam,
and bleary-eyed day dreams
pooling into

the heart of the oaken mast.

Rome

Power builds
Stone towers tumble
Brick, mortar cast out.

An acquiescence to change.
To rebuild.

Men gather.
Men plan.
Furtively, defiantly.

Power yields only once
in the aphorism spoken
"Beware the Ides of March."

Espace

Ribbons from my chest
Span continents
Oceans seemingly incongruous
Transient ponds
Teardrops silver and scarlet

Have to catch my train.

Can you hear the echo,
blind to the outside?