Donald Traxler's Poetry
Friday, March 10, 2017
ESSENTIAL
My voice reaches
South and North
America, Europe,
sometimes even Asia.
But Africa,
ancient homeland
of us all,
it does not penetrate.
Why?
An essential piece
of the world
is missing.
10 March 2017
FORTY-FOUR FIFTY SOUTH
From the magnificent and
now-familiar southern
stars, I see that
our course is north-
northeast. Calm wind
and sea. As we run
in the Gulf of
Corcovado, the
night is peaceful
as a cat.
10 March 2016
(a memory from a year ago)
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