Shirtless muscled shoulders taper to slim
waists that disappear into baggy white
pants, one set of hands holds stay and spar, a
second pulls against the tiller, the third
restS idly across the chest while softer
curves, fuller hips, accented in navy
blue slacks and red halter, stretch out on the
cabin that heels slightly to starboard from
the breeze filling the triangle of cloth
as a roller passes under the white
hull perched in momentary stasis on
a crest of the foaming green sea, eyes look
to port where a rusted buoy with a
bell also rises on the swell that runs
to the horizon where the churning sea
meets thin, frail clouds hanging in the gray sky