Saturday, January 2, 2010

Old Boats

Out upon the fields of water
beyond the seas of grass,
the dried - out husks of once
fine boats bob with every speedy
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s
s
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Their wakes have long since sunk
beneath gleaming skin,
Cormorants rest on the rusted
hulls and watch the teeming
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