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Poem to Be Given a Seafaring Title at a Later Date

Falling off from here

a few points

to catch a better wind

and beat the storm

to the breakwater

then turning south

before the wind

running free to a safe harbor

one we can make in this weather

riding crests in a following sea

plunge of bow

deep in the trough and the sweep

of white water down the decks

mast creaking and all lines taut

we hold and sway

carried on the storm that threatens us

Someone is signaling from the beach

the gesture noted and lost

trying to mark

the mouth of a channel we’ve given up