The Gondolier (Random Prompt – A poem about solitude)

His skiff is full of provisions –

Wine and cheese, sweet fruits,

An umbrella to shade lovers,

soft blankets for chilly nights,

an old mandolin.


There are mirages out here –

the call of sirens, chimeras of dry land,

adventures, bird song and ripe coconuts.


He saw the last lovers during the flood,

after all the promises had broken,

Pieces of a shipwreck,

swept away, reaching for each other

pulled apart.


The gondolier still sings to the stars

And to the old city

far below the mirror of the sea.

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