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      February 21, 2013Yellow SailboatDean Olson

      Channel Obstruction

      She is a pretty girl, swinging
      gracefully in the gentle tide
      and light puffs of winter,
      sun catching her bright
      yellow and throwing it all
      around the harbor.
      The shipboard computer tells
      her secrets: age, pedigree,
      where she lives, the name
      of her owner; but not why
      he dropped here to swing
      with the impulsive wind of winter.
      She is close to the channel.
      We can leave her alone in an
      easterly or southwesterly,
      which is most of it this time
      of year, but if the wind veers
      west, she will be in trouble.
      I imagine her owner as
      a ne’er-do-well with a scruffy
      beard; his unwashed hair and body
      sleeping it off on the beach
      with another woman. It’s not
      the first time he left her alone
      like this, showing her age but still
      very pretty, drifting at the edge
      of a busy channel. You are too good
      for him! We will keep near you;
      take you to a new home
      when the wind veers, as it will.

       

      from #37 - Summer 2012

      Dean Olson (Harbor Patrol Officer)

      “I noticed the yellow sailboat on our first patrol. The wind was picking up and if it veered she was anchored near enough to swing into the channel. I ran the boat but came up with no current phone number. Each time we patrolled the area my affection for her grew and I became more peeved with her lubberly owner. I wanted the wind to shift, giving me cause to take her alongside, coddle her. The wind failed me, so I wrote this poem to remember her.”