Columbus

Just as star maps turn
Atlantic tides turn
East Indies a fool’s errand

The ocean eaten by days
The crew by disbelief
The intrepid explorer

Him, faithful, relentless
Some half-eaten meal
Churning inside

As the Santa Maria
Listed, and with glint
Of sunlight on sand

The spyglass glimmer
Looks the same, yet not
As the sparkle of sea

Turns a smile of hope
For being right when wrong
For what might be

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