Ships pass not only at night.
They pass at all odd times,
Especially at dusk when the grey blots out the rest.
Or, at broiling heat of day,
When you squint to see across sea or sky.
They pass at times, when on land
Birds’ twitter break the dark to light.
They pass, and wish they paused,
And wished they could swing around and chat.
But they are hard to steer off course,
And could bang their sides
And send masters to jail.
So, they pass into the night
Though wishing they stayed to chat
And know the other better than as name,
Heard stories, regrets, guffawed, and
Drink in hand smoked away the years.
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