The Pirate

by

Thomas Michael McDade

He use to hang around
the project drinking
quarts of beer
when we were kids,
telling stories
about the Army,
teaching us jujitsu moves
he'd learned in Japan.
But he never told
how he'd scuttle a boat
for a piece of insurance loot
or steal one complete
or just outboard or sail.
Never mentioned getting shot
in the leg robbing lobster traps
or midnight quahoging
in polluted water,
selling his catch
bar to bar.
When I see a young guy
wearing an earring
like Captain Kidd,
I think of the only pirate
I ever knew --
how he never wore one.

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Why don't you look at ser princesa
by: Cristian Riquelme Contreras
from: Santiago, Chile

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