by Aaron Cawood
Marriana.
The skyline horizon break between ocean, sky and shore.
The smell of parchment and kindled fires and muddy boots.
Water on a wooden boat.
Bridges across a stagnant moat.
Brass hooks along a winter coat.
Calligraphy of a tattoo quote.
The perfume smell of a love note.
An argument, an outvote.
Some poetry some teenager wrote.
Marriana,
keys and maps
and adventure.
Thank you.
Please.
Thank you.
