Posted September 28, 2000 14:15
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I stand, craning my neck
Hand on the railing
My feet spread apart
On the deck of the ship
Moving up and down
Slowly
Among the heaving grey-blue
Surrounded by silent dampness
I peer into the depths of grey
Hoping to see something, anything
A gull alights on the railing near me
White and grey, with yellow beak
It stares at me dumbly
Then composes itself to join my vigil
Above, the sky suddenly opens up
Brilliantly the sun shines his spotlight
The bird, the boat, and me
Are revealed to his countenance
The bird flies away
The fog lifts
The harbor beckons.
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Thu, 28 Sep 2000 2:15 PM
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William R. Ward, bill@wards.net
