Stale cigarette smoke, filling the air
in the bar that night when the word came
that the widow's walk would all be loaded
with worried wives watching for the cutters
when they came back to port in the morn.

But for the night drinks sat half drunk
before the crews of the other boats
in the tavern long known as Sorrow's Landing.

2010 was a great year for me, writings wise, I really need to sift through some more....