Last summer’s ferry from the Vineyard
By Linda Comstock
summer’s diffusion, its fading end, is
pulled tightly into one resigned crowd,
an otherwise convivial throng
whose farewell sigh lingers
with the smoky exhaust receding, as the island.
as buck-eyed campers sob
teary goodbyes to buck-eyed counselors,
so do the Vineyard compatriots bid one another adieu.
the picture boat, lit against an earlier dusk,
prows its nighttime journey before eyes
turned askew from deeper waters ahead and
abounding,
these hearts yearn for a whole life of
Vineyards
unencumbered time quenched by western skies,
Indiana headlights on an open highway.
Linda Comstock loves words and music. She’s entered three songs into the American Songwriting Contest, and is thrilled to know that she has a one out of 3,638,422 chance of winning a recording contract.
Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to community@mvtimes.com. Please include a two- to three-sentence bio.
