Boats
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I.
Boats lull themselves softly
on post storm waters
It's a nautical field of wildflowers
Calm bay speckled
with their paint-chipped skin
II.
In wet sand
boats are lying on their bellies
The tide having long ago
left them for deeper waters
on the other side of the world
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