A drumroll glitter-mirage on a sailing ship night.
An almost adventure penned in tattered fancy.
I think I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.
Copper coils and all, call it what you will.
A heart covered in cuts heals to anything that touches it.
We could have a good time.
We could travel and travel, never once turning into pillars of salt.
Worship chaos– weave the myth.
Take my hand and turn the key.
Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: This poem from the Athens MC was the very first piece of writing that captured my attention last July. My response was to match up each line of the poem with an image by the Athens painter, Andy Cherewick. I guess it could be said that this message, combined with my action, formed the seed that ultimately grew into this blog.