We met full sail as summer swelled
and we ran free
beneath borealis skies,
sun-kissed.
September’s sweet caress
coaxed us to sway in the starlight
as summer’s leaves shed
their emerald hue
splattering crimson
across our craft
brittle and thin as our words:
How’s work? How’s your mom? Did you feed the dogs?
Frost snaked aft and fore
across line and deck,
fine-webbed, rudder
shuddering in the thickening bay,
as we rolled, crested, creaked,
rolled, listed, lashed –
All hands on deck!
crashing through the icy bay,
boatswain lost in the fray.
Listing, righting, drifting,
two battered mates
keening for shore,
knot frayed, straining,
each with a splintered oar,
as spring’s tender kiss
dripped through the cabin door.
Great imagery!!
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