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Chill morning gusts
continued all day,
every day, reinforced
by Lake Michigan mist
spraying over the bow
of my brother’s boat.

From morning till night
the sails filled,
we leaned
to port or starboard
and ducked the boom
as it swept across,

exceping one time
the breeze was behind
and the sails butterflied out
so we flew miles
in a vast stillness
on mirror waters.

Lunch was Spam
straight from the can
between two pieces
of Wonder bread,
because we could not stop
for death.

Sold a week of fun
on Grand Traverse Bay.

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