POSTCARD FROM HIS BOAT

Wish you were here
The cracks are falling back into place,
From the long morning's ride.
Sheets still burn from the furious friction
Of pumping and grinding.
Wish you were here.
The sails are resting now from the long fall day.
What was tattered and torn is now repaired.
Wish you were here.
But no! You're off taking credit for his wear and tear.
He wishes you were here, and he was there.