i am afloat
not sinking no more
stabilised
by
drs bailing with tin buckets in the bows
careful to keep my trim even
tho
i
ride
very
low, burdened
any toytown wave or buffet a danger
my sails are tatty and patched with blue jeans
but
catch and hold and swell in the miniature breeze blowing
designed
with
professional pedigree
my rudder is strung with string and stretched gum
pointed by time-smudged squint-faded charts
and
the
crows
nest
is silent without sighting or news
and
tho
sharks circle smelling for a taste
i
am
ready to punch their noses
keeping them interested and close
with dead albatross treats
and
steady flung chum
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