Open Water

A ship is in the harbor, connected to a dock, by a rope; Her sympathetic captor. He is friend and foe together. She is Resting, Floating, Waiting, On the water. Her sails, tattered, Can no longer partner with the wind. She is under repair. Her hull, shattered Her masts, weakened by a storm. She longs …

She Waits

A ship is in the harbor, connected to a dock by a rope, her sympathetic jailer, and she is Resting, Floating, Undergoing Repairs. She longs for open sea. But, Her sails, tattered, Can no longer partner with the wind. She longs to watch the sun slip below a shimmering horizon. For careless, heartless? waves that …

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