and
so
he drifts
from my shore,
the line knotted
to the dock
has been undone.
his mirth
harder to feel;
and his
touch
all together
lost.
my harbour
experienced some high
seas
before the captain
woke up from
his dreaming
with a start
planning a speedy
return
to his familiar
berth.
Beth McCarthy Marks
2005
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