A skipper keen on maintaining the means
by which his dreams navigate the straights,
coves, currents, tides, and shorelines --
hauls his boat once a year. The barnacle clad
bottom needs washed and scraped and painted.
The keel needs repaired. Rudders want debrided.
Bronze craves a polish. Bright work begs
a sanding followed by a buffed glassy shine.
Haul me out.
I need my transom primed - prepared
for my new name -- a fresh
christening every time.