Santander-Bound

We cruise the Garonne exiting Bordeaux,
through water brackish from the salty tides.
The dogs ashore are barking as we flow
as smooth as satin, for the vessel glides
well-stablilized. The wind has ceased to blow.
With all aboard each passenger abides
in lounge or stateroom, spa, boutique or bar,
our venture to the ocean nothing far.

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