dash

Inside the Whale

Inside the belly
of the whale
I didnít mind
the salty smell

but it was safe
and it was dark
like a winter evening
in the park

but with no stars
above my head
to indicate
I wasnít dead

the whale swam seven
seas or more
I lived on tins
he had in store

he set me free
one day though I
forget exactly
when or why

but I go back
for whole weekends
to dive with him
and with his friends.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, 
Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.


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