your memory reminds me:
i am with the boat
there is nothing else
so don't be bothered
i can feel the wind
from the top of the mast
into the body of fiberglass
and through the keen fin
like flesh
the tiller
and the sweet spot
right before you luff
or bear away
through a cloud of birds
that scatter
at the very
last moment
-----
For Stephanie
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