For Chris Lunn, Who Became a Paraplegic at the Age of Twenty,
in an Automobile Accident Near Setauket, October 1974
by Tim Tomlinson
That night I was a thousand miles away,
crossing the Gulf Stream from Miami to Morgan’s Bluff.
The full moon laid a golden carpet over the lake-flat water.
And the stars!—too many to cram into our cramped galaxy.
Didn’t the horizon seem endless?
We radioed ships half the way to Cuba.
By dawn, the foredeck was silver with flying fish,
a few of them still struggling.
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