beginning anew
at midday
five sat at the table for six
and ate their meal
in silence
outside the wind
threw damp maple leaves
against the window
—a dreary yet somewhat
rhythmical rattling sound
in the galley kitchen
the help cried silently
forced to accept
the loss of their beloved
captain madam
march two thousand twenty-five
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