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ruminations of a young mind
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
The Mariner
He sits
on a vessel
with sails
to horizon.
He smells
and tastes
of sweat
and brine.
He hears
the beat,
the pulse
of deep.
He shuts
his eyes
and feels
the sea alive.
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