BRAVING THE SEA LANES
There's a detail I may have forgotten :
Freedom wears no lace or finery.
On these high seas of the bounding
main most all things are alike - rolling
and roiling together, seagulls and terns,
dancing. Captain Englehart seems always
to be eating - more than an average man.
I'll let it be. He plays a good game of checkers.
The women at their table just play cards, and
all their endless wordplay makes me weary.
Some old grump, with a cigar, sits in his
sweatsuited deck chair - whatever is he
thinking? Like some Ohio king, he wheezes.
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