STARBUCK

by Mik

Was any creature more aptly named?

She draws all my conclusions to the rocks of her science.

This tiny tender draws my listing ship into port.

She anchors me.

She guides me.

She accepts me; rusty, scarred, rudderless.

She has steered me from storms with a touch.

She has faced armadas for me.

She has mocked me with an artless arch of brow.

She seeks truth.

She follows me.

It is seldom the same path.

She's the world's smallest lighthouse.

She's a beacon of bright red.

She's my ship-to-shore with reality.

She trusts me.

She supports me.

She believes in me.

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