The wind fills the sails. The sleek, fiberglass hull slices through Levitt Bay water. A soft woosh of a wake, as I speed along in a sunfish. The tiller in one hand, the line to the sail in another, as I adjust course.
The utter joy of my first time sailing. A pleasure I haven’t reexperienced in so many years.
full run
the rippling sunlight
on the lake
for dVerse Poets’ Tuesday Poetics: Come sail (pubtended by Sarah Southwest)
The pub is open! Come join us!
WOW, I felt like I was right there, Frank! Such a wonderful experience, especially for the first time to sail. It sounds tranquil and thrilling. Thank you for sailing me along today with your marvelous poem. It’s so picturesque and evocative.
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Thanks, Beverly! 🙂
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Thank you, D! 🙂
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Indeed, it is! Thanks, Christine! 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks, Sarah! 🙂
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Thanks, Bjorn! 🙂
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Frank J. Tassone-American Haijin by Frank J. Tassone is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
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