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To all you lost sailors …

a pregnant woman swims

in your gentle waves.

Crawling along

in fog

the lobster boat‘s lamp.

Combed by the wind

three little girls

at the ship‘s prow.

Glass-bottom boat

it‘s all about the lives

of the reef‘s fish.

She points out

love affairs along the ship‘s deck …

Aegean cruise.

Landward

the orange windmilled sun draws

and the bright boats slowly bob.

Bringing us to islands …

at the ship‘s prow

the squawk of seagulls

Our sharp white hull

opening the Aegean waves …

opening the afternoon swell.

Island cruise

a hush of dawn lovers

at the ship‘s prow.

Cruise ship table

her smile to the waiter

tainting my white wine.