Sails doused and stowed, the anchor set in muddy bottom
Reclining crew rest tired feet up on the transom
Raised glasses clink as rose red sun’s descent is toasted
Day’s tales regaled, awash in evening’s pastel palette
The Bay stops drifting by the hull as now the tide slacks
Soon laughter fades and salty words lose their bravado
All hands content to rest in silence with the still creek
Unvarnished moment spreads across unvarnished deck
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, April 2011. All rights reserved.
