f/v


the silent sway
of rocking
oceans of old storms
float by
not ever acknowledging victims
standing up is not nearly enough
strong undertow combining with tide

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that feeling
sick, dry, salty feeling
reminding of tragedies passed
a family not sure-footed on land
forced to roll with the sea
the ship has been late
for forty-nine years
and its absence
forever revered