From Hudson's cpd.jpg

Dusk came as he worked his boat,

too focused to notice his surroundings.

Toiling for that which he loves, that which pays his bills.

Solitary in effort.

Daily grind or sprucing for a guest?

One that might make him forget being alone

for long, long hours.

For charter, or for pleasure?

The waves that rock him daily

are as comforting as his mother’s arms,

which he can only remember

in his dreams.

Yet he avoids sleep,

and the journeys that come

with slumber.





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