The pole goes up
The sail goes out
The boom swings wide
On the other side.
All canvas flying
Low wind is trying
To get the best ride
Out of the slow.
Just as it’s set
What do you bet?
A squall heaves up from the south
Bit in her mouth
Making our ride
Feel wild
Sails shortened
Sheets loosed for twist
We head Northwest
Afterburners lit
Then it slows
And we go
Quarter the circle again
Riding the Indian Ocean wind
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