His head reels—gulls beneath the mackerel sky
prey on schools of pilchards, sprats, and herrings.
He holds the helm fast, tries to catch his bearings
in the mirror of a bloodshot eye.
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Leo, sterling piece of poetry. Really got a buzz reading this one. Regards, Ian