Nantucket
By reneeJ
Ancient town of cobblestones and inns, anchored in mysteries of whaling men, your history breathes of Ishmael and fog-pooled piers, the lighthouse and widow's tears. In sunshine your quaint avenues smile comfortable and smug. But reality does not lie in harpooned whales, instead, whispering for recognition, it lurks in misty darkness: in the shroud of manors veiled and the tombs that troll the depths, and in the sighs of spirits hovering 'neath the patrolling beam's caress. Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 08:28 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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