This windy port draws the lonely
through tufting tides between bows
Sailors and navigators ply
unseen highways from this rough
city to another.
To ride the whale road takes heart
and luck and an empty home;
The space between ports liminal
full of risk, fear; chances to perish,
and of hope.
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