Saturday’s Unkept Diary

Spearing the moment with great intent,
they set out for the bluest horizon
just to the left of paradise (for
they could not travel there in such a frail
ship). The captain espied the mate
and quickly rebounded to the deck,
Ho! and what’s the news, he cries.
The mate covers her eyes too late and
snares the captain’s soul deep with her
hook. Soon enough, the captain fed out
his rope and pulled aboard the anchor
that held them cautiously downwind. The boat
gave a shudder and caught the current,
Ho! What’s the news, he cries. The
mate turns out and replies,
We head for the heart of the sun.

-E Hinton 10/28/91

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