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The first thing I remembered
was the rigging: how bright it was,
how it still smelled of oil, and the hull: solid,
how things began breaking down
how I finally gave up, pulled down
looking out over the white exhausted waters,
and seeing it there, waiting for me.
I thought of my mother, both my sons.
Nothing moved. Even the birds grew still.