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Wake of the Golden Leaf


She's from Winston-
Salem out of Wrightsville
propelled by the cough
of a million dead lungs

signed on as a lad
Zippo uniform
pack in rolled up sleeves
bad breath and attitude

forty years of puffin
boiler room atmosphere
crew becoming smaller
ports of call disappearing

jumped ship the other week
nervous and insecure
AWOL from a bad habit
withdrawal a lonely voyage

Bought by tobacco
sailed for greed and grief
gone but for her wake
ghost ship Golden Leaf

(YO! HO! HO! Quit two weeks ago.)

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