Poetry

Harbour

through my squat window

with salt-peeled frame

the harbour holds sea

and quivering boats

an orange necklace

lays on dark arms

cradling a scene

defying a clean

bitter, brittle night

as bright stars

signpost the moon

and vigilant lights

celebrate this night

up till pub brawls end

and twists of mist crawl

before morning gulls call

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