Heading - East of the full moon.
Night time passage, coastal run.
Clawing off a rugged lee
Red dawn's warning weather comes.
Blinking beacon on the shore
signals through the moonlit night.
Sings of harbor's warm embrace.
Enter port before the storm.
And her sister close at hand,
different color, different rate,
Screams the danger of the reef.
Grounded vessel broken keel!
One foretells a welcome rest,
hot meal, warm bed, the watch relieved.
The other portends tragedy,
a cold and watery grave.
How to tell the two apart?
The navigator's quandary.
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