the lions of the sea
foam at the mouth
like rabid animals
as we cruise past
their endless herds,
making way to ports
unknown and some
adventures repeated,
acquiring a sailor's
mentality and seaward
rhythms too brisk
and too old for the
inexperienced; and,
in the dawn of the
morning or the dusk
of the night, we sleep
inside our daydreams
of dolphins snorkeling
south of cold waters
and guiding us eastward
to our original homes.
17Jun16
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