Afternoon Sail MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   As we shoot across

The glimmering plain

With jib taut as steel

And hauled-in main,

I watch the horizon wobble,

Shaken by swells of pure

Cobalt, littered with stars

That swim in pools of azure.

And then, in a cloudburst of spume,

We tack into a quilt of sapphires,

And the setting sun throws

Streaks of flaring wildfire

Across our course.

The sky turns deep blue, cold,

And the moon graphs our course ,

As it did the mariners' of old.

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on Jan. 8 2011 at 8:05 am
SMWells PLATINUM, Carlisle, South Carolina
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