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Adrift
Two rowers in a storm-tossed boat
one blind, the other deaf
yelling and waving fists
craft taking water with their rocking
No word from above to guide their way
no counselor or ombudsman
no pact of peace or marriage vow
eyes red, voices hoarse
Too late the vessel rocks side to side
an icy brine now covers it
shouts now drowning in the storm
As they, their flags, their covenants
vows to love and obey
plunge headlong to a common fate
© Johnmichael Simon
2014
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