The sun was waning, the wind was blowing, the water was dark and foreboding.
We went out anyway.
We were later than usual - we had tea first.
Inside we talked of days when there would be no rowing.
We talked of scraping, sanding, and deciding where;
Of registering and resources and jobs to share.
And then we went rowing
those who could...
against wind and tide,
and chillzies.
Need we say, it was a breeze coming back?
The others walked ahead...
I don't think they saw
the glow and glimmer.
The best scene of all.
Good night
Good night oars who row us far,
Good night masts who make us strong,
Good night lines - please hold her tight.
Good night Vérité,
Good night gig good night.
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