Thursday, June 26, 2014

The trees comb the sky 
with delicate branches,
move slightly in the sunlight
to temper the wind.

Its schedule confounded by yet another
dramatic monologue of fog,
the ferry dock groans
under its backlog of tourists
napping behind their wheels,
oblivious to the troupe of pigeon guillemots
clowning for them overhead.

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