All quiet on the shore
Far out a solitary craft
Stolidly chugs home
Net and dinghy behind.
Late eiders
Sift in the shallows
Sanderlings and suddenly
A shower of Knots
Swirl out by the channel
One day this mist
This envelope of cloud
Will lift
And take me with it
To a sunlit place.
JL March 14 14:55
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