ALL I HAD THOUGHT
So many things go down the funnel-hole
of time. Leaving tracks and echoes, but
only if you can find them...All these years,
I thought he was a Naval Ensign, or some
floating ship-captain's sidekick with a nose for
the wild wind. Now I see he's a computer tech
guy on some ship that glides between oceans
and ports. And I realize I can't make the two
connect. In one pocket is the romance of the
sea and all its travel, while in other is the
drudgery of making all that connect.
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I guess it always had it be that way; all those
years : ship-to-shore radios, and sextants and
scanners of the oceans' floors. Now there's less.
Not there's more. I'm an old-style fuddy-dud, I
guess, with way to jump the gap. (I'll have to
just leave it at that).
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