June, aged chest in the old firehouse. We wonder!
Among rusty broken walls and a primordial fire extinguisher
Beyond the cracks and venerable tiled matrix
Camera-eyes capture the ghost of the last ladderman
Obsolete doors calling ancient smoke jumpers
Beauty holds no bounds even for the versed
You don’t have to put on that red light
German medusa with the golden hair was smiling
But I was patient and waited:
Harmonica with the skeleton key
Stoutness by my side: unsealed
1 thought on “The Chest”
Now that is a pirate chest!