Seagulls scatter
Confetti images in the grand parade
Churning, grinding engines
Parting the serenity of silence
Of early morning
Heading in now
Masts awaken
Sentries of the harbor
Nets heavy and full
Mammary glands of the water
Ready to spill their bounty
A good catch today
The sounds of the boat
Long gone from the bay
Echo along the shore
An illusion of location
And I am grateful
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