Landlubber

I've never been a mariner, Eleanor,
Never have wanted to put out to sea.
I'm just fine on the beach, looking
Toward the horizon, watching
Ships at its edge slowly pass by.
You've said your father and brothers
Are sailors, and, now that I've met
Them, I have to say that there's
Something about them when they've
Come ashore. It's a sense that they're
Partially still on the sea. I'd be
Frightened if I was out there, but
They're not. I'd be terribly lonely,
But they seem to think of the ocean
As being an awesome companion.
Let them have her. I prefer you,
Bundled up on the sand next to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-27 at 20:32

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