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stowed away poem
Stored beauty
He was an early riser on a ship bound for Japan
the ocean was calm, breathing without haste
the sun was glorious
The splendor of the moment, the color of the sea
painted golden for this occasion
The pleasure of the ship's pulse a vibration
plowing forward her engine was classical music
No one is up so early this moment, of happiness
There had been many moments like this
he had secretly stored in his heart
When ashore, he was an alien, drinking too much
saw contempt in dark brown eyes
An old man, when someone wants to hear
a tale of adventure, he has nothing to say about
tales of daring do, keeping his many moments
stored in his heart.
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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