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Yogini Tara
An equal tempered scale
is unknown to the sea.
Ping of metal
our stern flag swivels
on small metal springs
flapping proudly in the wind.
Sigh and moan the two-tone
call of a wind pinned hull
rubber fenders squeeze
a wooden dock.
In what key does the lightning
crack the thunder drum the
rain filled wind scream?
Where is the fat lady
when you need
her when you
forget how
safe this
hull is
in a storm?
What if we all
merrily sing
off key?
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