Solo (orkneyman) Wk - 5

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Solo 


the launch

bobbing calmly

on the wide river

creaking groaning

against its moorings

sails furled

silent

like his voice


with bold determination

moorings loosed

her hand upon the tiller

his ghost beside

a catalogue of learnings

his words echo

mind your trim

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