Day dawns
sky cobalt blue
cirrus clouds high
overhead -
Tombs on green hills
look out to sea -
Our LST rolls in gentle swells
in the East China Sea -
a nimbus of grease and oil glisten astern
a scent of percolating coffee in the galley aft
seasons the brisk salt air!
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