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  • Fish oil, jackwood, coconut husk and jute

    no nails in sight.

    Just a tune singing out this morning,

    the boat as a water instrument.

    Summer, here, means the sea is safer

    the rains will be bridled

    there will be courage to push the hours,

    the blurry borders at sea, one oar further,

    two oars more.

    It took a different tune

    to make each part,

    and two men to keep time.

    The sea will be the final audience,

    the soothsayer, the mother,

    the soother, the siren.

    A tune sung over and over

    infectious and passed on,

    from the boatmaker

    to the fisherman.

    Songs of the water and wind,

    country made, they say.

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