Moored Boats In a Foffy River
A slow twist of an invisible slide
and the hulls again escape,
drop down into the morning haze,
return as gray gulls rising.
The moored boats
slip in and out of the fog
as easily as ocean legends
then come back
painted by a distant sea.
Sinking or flying
the small craft slip through a sky
only as wide as the river,
but when they return
they ship water last seen
in a shipwrecked teacup.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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