Sailing Narragansett

remembering Summers in Rhode Island

A dim December light
breaking dawn of Winter’s night
reveals a naked frozen bough
hosting a chorus of crows

rousing us to morning
thick in ice
where nothing flows
save time alone

No match for Winter’s mindless chill
is flesh and blood about in it
from Narragansett to Watch Hill
it’s frigid breath creates an icy stage

Come Spring we will depart the dock
slowly, like lovers disengaging
one landlocked, the other a drifter
leaving her bed at the break of day

Under the Summer sun we’ll sail
passed great houses and lawned hills
terns and seagulls off the starboard bow
which we’re passing now as we make way.

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