October

it's strange
the sounds
a house
can make
windows
rattling
lights
buzzing
the slow
baritone
of the place
settling
it reminds me
of a boat
i had once
the wood hull
would groan
like wild timber
when the wind
came up
just right
as she clipped
across the bay
that was a
long time ago
a lifetime
it's funny
you find yourself
looking back
to when
you were younger
stronger
less afraid
a time when
all it took
to boil your blood
was the toss
of the sea
maybe
a humpback
or two
breaching
off your port
and the veins
in your hands
blue
and bulging
with life force
as you gripped
the wheel hard
in the current


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