Cape Horner



By JCSTREET © 2004

Tom danced the hornpipe he
slipped hundreds
wharves all and leaving . . . Tom

had a gold
ring in his ear, a
tattoo, a
scar and a song would
turn out boots to lead we

were so far from home it
was all we knew . . . 91

days out the sea
was blue but ninety-three and

thee and me

under a spar and a grey-murked
woodcut, beaten
pewter, pieces of

cabins now

our lifeboats only
the soughing rigging

pulling the 'ful from the mourn-whistle
marked the Splash! . . . and . . .

under the oil of a shouldering sea went

seventeen years of laughter

-30- (I’m guessing Bermuda, 1981 or 1982)

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