steve considers his time in the navy
one morning standing in the yard
staring at his cracked foundation
that will be ten k to seal
suddenly the better times
were those under rock water
the zen thrumb of silent passage
periscoping his world into
faces commands
and a distant shore
now it’s just the noise of
an idle life spent spending days
tucked away in a suburban outpost
sometimes after work driving
the two hours to the coast
just to see her