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Waves

The heavy, gray water
leaps in protest
at the wind’s icy touch

The waves are
streaked in silver by
the city’s thousand lights

The black bulk
of the distant hills
is limned in rose and gold

Shivering, I pull my coat
in closer, searching
for a little warmth

As the ferry’s lone, red beacon
slips away into the dawn
toward my lost home

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3 Responses

  1. Beautiful!

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