Fixed Rudder
I, on the bridge above,
Can trace the rumpled wakes
Break against the buttress below
As bulbous sails bump over sun’s
Furtive lights and chase the sky away.
“You there, captain, what destiny is yours?
May I swim out to fix your rudder?”
Says she, nothing but waves,
Perhaps her boat will take me in
And turn to port where cleats await
Their ties that cinch and harbor
Yet another memory to be made.
Posted Jul 10, 2022, 5:32 PM UTC · edited
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