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FIRE ISLAND FERRY

We bound across the waves at frantic pace
Our windblown hair whipped back like flapping sails;
The salt air plants its kiss upon your face
As scudded waves sweep back like white smoke trails
From airplanes shooting arrows at the clouds.

A snapshot captures lovers in the sun
Wide eyes half-hid behind their smoky shades,
Embarking on a day of Summer fun
Of seaside concerts, cocktails, lemonades --
A voyage far away from city crowds

And workday cares.  A stay-cay to recall
When sunbrowned sailors set their course for Fall.

-- Michael Pendragon

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