Sunday, 24 May 2015

On Your Leaving


Empty boat
on a vast expanse
of fairly troubled water
Insignificant
though distressing
should you be watching
which you aren't

A raw wind
whips translucent crests
and drowned autumnal leaves
over the gunwale
and a clanking oar is wrestled loose
Sinking fading
like a memory

The true flight
of a squadron of geese
juxtaposes lower swallows
blown awry by the gusts
above the boat that's keeled over
exposing a keenly crafted hull
just below the chop



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