Fog

Fog

By Garland Davis

 

Midwatch orphan, slipping through the passageway,

Come to taste the delights of a horse cock midnight,

Hurry to the starboard wing, it’s almost time,

Nothing to see, stare into the white mist,

Maybe a light, report it, probably nothing,

The minutes drag, the fog thickens,

Close on to starboard, a gray ghost slips by,

The flagship, Inches away, as if in a dream.

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

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