Tagged: casting net

along Pier 7,

along Pier 7,
the afternoon winks
until each lamp
is lit, each casting net
returns heavy, each
breath full
.
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from the yawning sea

from the yawning sea
of sleep, the casting
nets
come home
each dawn
torn and empty

to be awake
is to not have you
in it
.
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