Tonight we cast our nets
In foreign waters
Now we are new
Tomorrow we’ll belong
Then the sea'll tug and pull
Time to be gone
So, let’s
Kiss the nymphs
Meet the crabs
In their bucket games
Feel their stabs
Our plans are small
But they are spread
A thousand ports
Before we are dead
Image: Sailing off Gloucester (ca.1880) by Winslow Homer.
Aneesh Sathe 
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