|Photograph by Bob Newcombe|
In the blink of the photographer's eye
Clack of shutter catches the moment
When crazy rainbows whirl round the sky.
One, two, three spinnakers ripped loose
- ropes holding hands in the wind -
Flirt with freedom, dance round mainsails.
An instant later they will be flotsam, debris.
Just another spill as someone's sail
Slaps the sea.