Smugglers
There was only one piece left.
I wondered what was there originally,
maybe a tower for the patrols that kept watch for smugglers.
It was a path along the sea, originally military, now walked by tourists.
The red and white flag marked the way.
I encountered only an old fisherman that was going back home.
I nodded, he nodded back.
I let the silence accompany me,
trying to imagine the patrols on the path and the smugglers in the distance,
waiting for a distraction to dock.
"I'd like to write a story about smugglers."
2019-09-07
