A Drifter As Driftwood

The knock-kneed girl who wears a knee cap, beautiful flowery knickerbockers and carries a knapsack? A knick-knack around her slim neck and tossing a Kopeck in a narrow cobbled street she walks towards home the late evening. I feel lonely myself with the sorrowful Sunset and before midnight I must go back to the ship as she suppose to sail early in the morning. I regret that I couldn’t ask her name and I made a note in my diary with an asterisk. I gave her a name “Stella”; my ships name. She resembles the actress “Lara” in the film Doctor Zhivago. I start to write a short story that would be an endless which I have to throw into the sea. I see her fading land from far away and it’s like a peaceful dream. I strum my old ukulele to the beat of ripples. And the sleep peeps secretly into my disarray cabin. *A seasonal greeting to all my poet friends!