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Oct 2018
I paced the flying bridge.

Dawn: only my watch awake;
clear, breezy.
heat still bearable.

No scent or sight of land; no other vessel.

Our bow cadent: lifting, lowering;
cutting ahead.

Easy to imagine
none had set that course;
come that far.

© Joseph Murphy 2018
From Having Lived (Kelsay Books, 2018)
Joseph Murphy
Written by
Joseph Murphy  M/Colorado Springs, CO
(M/Colorado Springs, CO)   
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