Bora born
Five hours to T.I. _
Spat out by a failed marriage Ross found Janet
an unlikely pair some said, but they were wrong.
Their future proofed marriage would last across the
ages, time tested, cross cultured, to withstand
penetrations from others, impulse driven.
They saw him a mile away that T.I. mob
the new chum, bucks less sea sense, a likely lad.
The five metre cabin cruiser they flipped had
a plywood displacement hull, powered up gas car
engine with a promise to likely explode.
Ross' sea trial was a one way T.I. trip
with three donga mates out for a bit of fun.
A two hour trip found plus three against Entrance
Island currents, as the shore crawled past in the
wrong direction, panics slow rise came into view.
The squeeze was on through the Torres Strait, rapids
between islands, water up shafts and plywood.
Worry subsides, the grease green tidal surge sets
the pace, his lesson learnt, Captain Ross got his
money back on a survey of desperate means.
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© 9th july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
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Five hours to T.I. _
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