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Coarse calloused hand grips the smooth wood handle of the tiller
  HOLD STEADY
The coarse hand holds firm-fast the course, plies the swell and pleats it
  HOLD STEADY
Long slice of the rudder halves the larger smudge of the keel
  HOLD STEADY
Hull shudders atop the weight of the dark water’s shoulders
  HOLD STEADY
Pulled and press-ganged bankward and back, off-channel rushed or slowed
  HOLD STEADY
The arced throb of the planking groans in the crush of currents
  HOLD STEADY
Red rough hand on the worn helm whitens, corded arm bunches
  HOLD STEADY
The arm wills the surge to pitch the vessel ply-wise only
  HOLD STEADY
Steersman wills down branches from treed banks to bat and beat it
  HOLD STEADY
In toward the yearning centre and downstream by dint of bough
  HOLD STEADY
Steersman longs mudslides to mire and cake it caulk-wise on wounds
  HOLD STEADY
Coarse hand and corded arm, for the love of both ship and shore
  HOLD STEADY

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