Return
to USSVI - Final Patrol
Lost
Harbor
by Leslie
Nelson Jennings
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.