I wish you could be
my cheerleader
when I push my boat
into this frisky sea
to see your dot on the shore
your thoughts dashing across
this hackled, cat-fur water
A radio I would become
crackle, and down my mast
a simple message
and if lucky, a crystal look
not see, but know your face
framed with a sharp cut
arms around knees
compact and neat
like a bright diode
with your gaze aimed
at another country
and if lucky, get me
some courage, amplified
just enough to win the race
just enough to win
just enough
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Marconi transmitted the first radio signals across water at Lavernock Point which is near our sailing club