we lived on a boat
with our cat
and dreamed well
on gentle lapping water
smoothly rocking
to rhythms of the ripples
a boat passing in the channel
seagulls swoop and dive nearby
long rolling clouds and far stars
the moaning fog horn
then misty quiet dawn
softly beginning
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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