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This morning, our ship sailed into Cenchrae's

docks.  There, we will birth for the next few days,

with bales and bundles for delivery;

then resupply and on to Italy,

where Ostia is our next port of call.

My favorite tavern's wine stock beckons me.

But, drinking there, I have no hope to see

Kleis, that fulsome adolescent whore,

whose tender furrow I have plowed these three

years on this route.  My eager company

cannot earn her sweet favors any more.

They said she has been "saved and born again"

by Jesus---once a common carpenter

who preached among the ruined in Galilee;

who died and rose to life.  Eternity

is His, some say, to grant each follower

who keeps faith in him and abandons sin:

even the silky slide of carnal pleasure---

no part of lust is welcome (none at all).

But in my world, this is the only measure.

Starward

[jlc]