The Old Man and the Sea

With their rows to their side,
They paddled through the rivers of the crocodile city
The air was not too cold
The air had weight with calm
Their hats shaking with balance intact
Through the trees of soul
To the settling soil dappled with white blue
Their way forward was only too clear

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