Buoy's bob on the frothy moonlit surf
We all await the birth of morning
The slimy boards of the wharf bend and wallow under heavy rubber boots
Labor is all these calloused hands have ever done
From daybreak till the dwindling of daylight we chance it all
The highest stakes are gambled throughout the perilous workday
For Poseidon has no mercy on the heavy hearts of the greiving
A vessels return is never guaranteed
Nor the lives of those left floating at sea
But each day our warn down bodies are drawn to the shore
By the whispering mist
And we dangle over the jaws of uncertainty
As dawn spills its infinite light into the shallows of the water
We weave our way through the harbor, past the jetty
To a place where fate is the only thing we trust
And after a day on the salty horizon
The ocean's swells carry us home
To feast upon the daily catch
We'll eat like kings and recognize the jaws of uncertainty
We call upon them and beseech mercy
Praying not to be dragged down to the place where our comrades now rest
We accept that the high seas show no compassion
For those who profit from it's bounty
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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so take care 
loved it!!! This reminds me of summer days and nights, the calm ones mostly, but also the crazier ones. You know I love you gurrlll, besties 4lyfe!!! YOur writing has really been growing recently; perhaps all this time spent on AP is starting to pay off lol 
