Vaulted fathoms deep
The trawler thumps
in silence.
In the harbor tugs
a skiff on its frayed,
splintered and fragile
Its aged wood planks
Creak and moan, as high
Above dips and soars
A lone gull searches marsh
and moor.
Yawning belly up a wharf
Cat surveys shadows of
Topsey-turvy nets that
Point to the open porch,
Where the captain’s high-
Backed rocker nods seaward

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