Far Seas
River boats
drop down into sunken fog,
return
as buoyant as swimming seagulls.
A deep diving sky
spindrifts the hulls,
decks now ship airy waves
from far away seas.
The craft ride high and low
on this muted swell,
a cresting last beheld
in a shipwrecked China teacup.
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