Letter from the Vineyard

Slosh of waves,
Sea silence.

Warning buoy bell.

Men silent
While waves thrush,
A moment of sea respect.

Father/son
Born to
Island life;
Friend who chose it,
Man boy who lives by it.

And me,
The dilettante.

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