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On a Ship To Endpoint Isle
I am sailing on a ship to Endpoint Isle
The waves are fierce very high
Blown by a wind has flecked and scarred the deck
With folds like dried old skin
A gull plummets down then up
Thrust sky-high alike a crumpled page of yesterday's news
I've dizzy-staggered to the cabin where stands our captain
All in white his face testament to completion
I would be put ashore and this request on tongue-tip
But somehow all is as should be
I stand at last resigned
Watch the roiling sea
The journey now seems endless with little let-up
Save moments when the waves beat back upon themselves
And when the salt air stings
I know that I am still alive
Copyright ©
Daver Austin
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