River Boats
moored hulls sink lower
in a rising haze
as ghost ships
they slowly surface
when the sky
finds a patch of clarity
again and again
the vessels slip
in and out of the mist
only to come back painted by
distant seas
farther horizons
that ship deep-sea spume
over anchored hulls
wet ropes creak
rigging rattles
as a foaming fog washes
over prows
unseen gulls call
summoning visions
of whitecaps last seen
in a shipwrecked
china teacup
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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