The wind

our boat is in the waves
full cream sails are just beginning
to bloom with wind

the thrusting is delightful, powerful
deep fears are not realized

while salt and seagulls perch, at the ready
and water whips at seven taunt backs

praying with diligence that ne'er do wells
and swelling pride do not capsize us
the newly formed and painted bow

declares our sailboat freshly christened

The Browns