Boats


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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