On an Island

 

            for the America’s Cup Race Management

 

The lapping lullaby of reef

is tranquility.

 

The daydreaming sky

is quietude.

 

The soft sweep of pines

is color.

 

The slanting morning sun

is contentment

 

here on a point

on a compass.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

June, 2017

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