And so the ship sets sail
zephyr backed and brazen in sunset.
Wood wrought from trees from earth
from buried hopes and loves.
Splash of wine dribbles down the side
and down my squinted smiling cheek.
I make ships and let them go
without any ocean feet for myself.
Now the captain will reign
and the boat will live through sea breeze.
Almost faded into the moon
I wave a soft goodbye,
pack my bag,
release my batted breath,
and go home.
Dedicated to everyone who made The Red Herring possible.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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