The Man on the Desert Island

Gerda Mayer

The man on the desert island

Has forgotten the ways of people,

His stories are all of himself.

Day in, day out of time,

He communes with himself and sends

Messages in green bottles:

Help me they say I am

Cast up and far from home.

Each day he goes to watch

The horizon for ships.

Nothing reaches his shore

Except corked green bottles.

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