Pirate, late evening,
Captured in the car’s headlights,
Big-eyed crook
Up to no good,
Swashbuckling
Amongst the thick growth
On a track
Above the wild-ride ocean.


Sneakily parading
On the mountain’s deck,
After the sun’s shipwreck;
As you maraud your way
To the treasures
Of dawn.

Peter Thabit Jones © 2022

Published in GARDEN OF CLOUDS/NEW AND SELECTED POEMS by Peter Thabit Jones, 2020