End of a career

For me it was a ship going nowhere,
so I told the dapper captain
to plot a course straight for home, and strand me.
They lowered the ladder.  The bosun piped
Over the Side, and then Away
as, with four gulls overhead, I debarked.
I watched that dream-filled vessel sail away,
never to return.  I miss her in the morning
when the sky is red, and the wind is up.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012