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Clouds rush
a sudden moon
betrays our tryst.

Sunday evening
after the garage sale
missing the book on Zen.

Windjammer helm
enough rain in the breeze
to bring the smells of canvas.

Pregnant with sails
the windjammer rolls in
on the harbour’s swell.

Windjammer
wearing her sails out
in the moonlight.

I stop our motor
to let it past …
the windjammer sails.