Thursday, April 16, 2015

Down To the Sea


Keel laid years ago, deck
where we stand at night naming
stars, worn salt
smooth and clocked
by the shadow of the mast
our ship, trailing
veils of memory, smartly
parting swell, tacking
true from high up in the rigging
where I mend a sail
with the thread of a tune
while you pitch seams, humming
something old and familiar.   

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