For Maryann in Salem

The gulls speak of wind;
blue crabs dance to endless waves;
we are one – the sea
and me. The old albatross
rising to the sun
speaks of perfect solitude.
My feet, they realize
that this sand is half the truth.
In the harbor, Friendship,
she waits for me to board her.
A bell plays on gray
cold water, and I sail off
to fathom the other half.

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