by Circe

take me back
for ive
forgotten
scent of salt air
halyards clanging
against
aluminum
wodden masts
intoning time
crowded boatyards

4 o'clock breeze
rising
certain as tides
tugging
at me
Come...Sail the Bay

sudden wrenching over
of sleek varnished hull
sails fill...billow,.. pull...
slicing thru rippling waves

winds carried me
vibrant
youthful

I've never forgotten
how much
I loved it.