Sailing
The cruisers bought all the
canned food that was for the locals,
The small island stores stocked in three week
segments of time,
The Marquesans waved when the sailors pulled up anchor,
smiling big with their gifts from the brief, fast moving visitors,
new t shirts that said USA
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