The two greet me
Feel relief
There are no obstacles
Lie down
There is no resistance
Intangible freedoms
Such that would satifsy
For long hours
The ship awaits
It's sails not yet fitted
The wood dry and salty
Lie down
It is anchored
on the quay
Two masts reaching up
Looking over the harbor
Eyes evaluating observing
Focusing and then staring
There is a tightening
A sense of abandon
There is not boat traffic
The bay is clear
But the ship is fixed fast
It will not stray
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