River Boats
the moored hulls
drop
down in the haze
rise again
like wet birds
the boats slip
in and out
of the mist
come back painted by
distant seas
wet ropes squeak
rigging rattles as they list
water is shipped
whitecaps last seen
in a shipwrecked
china teacup
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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