Nancy

" NANCY Nancy, oh, Nancy, lain on your side, ‘Atop the gray waters, in high and low tide. Your ropes, your stays, the new and the frayed, Are scattered beneath Bodega Bay. Nancy, sweet, Nancy, your windows so dipped, Like six drunken sailors who’ve dizzily tripped. And hanging brown curtains can no longer hide, The drowning of pencils and log books inside. Nancy, oh Nancy, where have you been, Through years of deep waters, in stillness and winds? Did your hull strain, did it then heft, When your old captain hoisted a net? Nancy, sweet, Nancy, don’t say good-by, There’s still one way to rise up and fly. Some buoys and booms, and diggers besides, Can loosen your hull, set it upright. Nancy, yes, Nancy, Captain can scrape Your hull and your deck, and your wood plates, So you can once more, at dusk or in day, Bring back fresh fish, to Bodega Bay. by Hannah Rain"