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Aug 2016
Heaved aboard-
lay flat on your back
on swabbed and
polished deckboards
and watch the white
sails fill

As we sail into dawn,
red and yellow banners
counter intuitive,
streaming ahead of our
godspeed.

Unwrecked,
rescued,
lifted from fossil sea

Powered by wind
to cut wine-dark waters
homeward
bound roped and rigged

And freedomed
Thanks to Leatitia for her comment on Wreckage, which prompted this.
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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