Slipped backwards with a slight grumble
of keel complaints on that steep slope of gravel -
and our loose rudder is quick to shift - left or right -
as if kicking sullen under reversed ways -

its complaint is slowed - then dismissed
by my pull and straightening - my first correction -
We drift into . . .

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