A Memorial Day Pietas with Writer and Vietnam Veteran Gary K. Wolf contemplating esthetics generally and the esthetics of his individual work.
In memoriam especially for actual or in spirit shipmates on eternal patrol:
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.
Lost Harbor
by Leslie Nelson Jennings
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