by Rebecca Write

Created on: August 17, 2010

The shape of the wind

What is wilder than the wind

In the sail of a fine boat

The full curves

The billowing cloth

The sea is a woman

And does care who rides her

Men may man the boat

But the boat herself is feminine

She is a hole in the water

Whatever her name may be

The first sailboat I ever set foot on

Was named Conan

By the Yugoslavian skipper

The sexiest man I ever met

In all my life

His wife soon gave birth

To their first child

A daughter

His boat was made to race

And bore the name of a man

Be that as it may

A boat is a hole in the water

Her sails hold the shape of the wind

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