Thoughts Drifting from A Cove

 

The little boats
Incidental to the ocean
oscillate and jostle
seem precious to no one.
And disappear without comment
paint to peel, iron to rust
further downstream-
orphans stunted for lack of a crust.
Or nations small as islands
never considered before
about to go under-
little boats, bring worlds ashore.

 

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<Deleted User> (35565)

Fri 28th Apr 2023 15:29

Hi Adam-clever reference to the Dale Trumbore poem-
' Where go the boats ' ( love it and yours too )

cheers A.W.



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Reggie's Ghost

Thu 27th Apr 2023 15:12

There is a sadness about this. Unusually I read it through a number of times.

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