you call to the dawn

wind in my canvas
I sail
a portless boat

a random current
where coincidence
wears a blue smirk

wrist to wrist
you lift out
as droplets run frantic
may they return
to their wet collective

you are pleasant
beneath the damp
the clouds part
a few rays beam to dry

my hat is soggy
and I adjust the brim
I know where you go
and take you
but I with the boat

I am no sailor
just familiar here
lost on this ocean


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