Harbour

A child’s mind feels the streamers

straining to breaking as the ship

pulls from shore, tugged out

under the bridge. I used to swing

across the harbour.

 

Boat people tell different stories.

Even serenity, this day

wallowing in it, ducks under

deck as illusion swaddles the bay

with calm.

 

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