Quietly
Quietly the red and gray ship slips out the river's mouth. Guided by the pilot's skilled
hand between the buoys into the open sea. The red paint a warm contrast to the soft blues and grays that surround land, river, sky and sea...
one lone seagull leads
a flock of twenty others...
higher, faster, soaring
A cargo ship noisly speeds between the buoys. The waters that it parted a stark silver-gray to its black hull. It is carrying only about a half of a load. Where will it go out on the ocean? What port does it seek with a ship half-full
of earthly goods?
heavenly portal
now many aged are seeking..
will their cargo go
A shrimp boat that looks like a mass of nets slowly glides through the buoys. Will it catch its fill of those delicious crustaceans? Will my net be filled when I come ashore?
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