From Decanting: Selected and New Poems 1967 - 2017, by Stuart Friebert
SLATCH
That's the quiet patch between
heavy breakers, just outside
the mouth of a narrow inlet to
the sea. You'd better bide your
time, maneuver just beyond the
rough water, pick a slatch, gun
your boat right through or you'll
be washed to a place where
just a single candle's lit. Amen.
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