Lost Harbor
Larry's Home Port

Lost Harbor

     There is a port of no return, where ships
     May ride at anchor for a little space
     And then, some starless night, the cable slips,
     Leaving an eddy at the mooring place . . .
     Gulls, veer no longer. Sailor, rest your oar.
     No tangled wreckage will be washed ashore.

                                                 Leslie Nelson Jennings

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