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It's
not just for the rising time
that shades are drawn
to keep the light
away;
It's for going to sleep near the end
of a still-light day.
There,
through the porthole,
the darkening sky and I are companions
in fading to black
at sea;
Our rise and set - a synchronicity,
A
new one on me: the shadeless night,
so late in life to get to know
and fall asleep
in indigo.
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Pacifiic crossing
July 1985