Poem

Bay Gliding

The quiet bay
The cool air is crisp
The breeze blisters my naked face
The boat glides on
Our sails strong.
We cross the channel
A fish leaps out of the water
Looks like a good dinner
We set the anchor
And let our
Lines fly.

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