SOMEWHERE ULYSSES

On the boundless shore
your voice still leaves
its fleece of legend
after your journey
ceases its laughter
and slaughter
Ulysses your bronzed shadow
drifts regrettably
in skiffs
never gone far
like a blackbirds memory
on the pitched deck
never imagining
a bard's Homeric poetry
would still be heard
on Ionian radio waves
over a grin at sailboats
emptying white sands
all swallowed up
by rumors of your return
in the form of a lifeguard
whose smile picks up lovers
from Athens cargo voyages
by beaches of our exile
on crystalline blue waters
over glittering tall ships
ready for a return trip.