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Becalmed

The sea

swings up the bow

then waits

and rushes

to each new embrace

singing softly

down the sides

waving goodbye in swirls

beyond the stern

Land is long away

The stars puzzle and roam

the rotating sky

Current and breeze

debate, disagree, agree

with fate while 

time curls and sleeps

In the space

between the waves

And no storms come.