walking the plank

the city lights glowed

a deep purple into the sky,

the night is low

over olive town trees 

in silent back gardens

over roofs and rows,

 of burgundy brick walls

i stood in the midst

of the shadow of olive trees 

staring,

into the sky with no ripples

i walked the plank 

with bare feet

     one

          after

                 the 

                      other

above, the moon sulked

i waited for the screams

of starving pirates 

and desperate sailors but

i only heard somewhere 

a little bell ringing 

ringing

i walked the plank

into a dark sea with no stars

clutching my fingers i walked

into the sky with no ripples