Poem-The Shrimp Boat-any comments appreciated
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Posted by Neca Stoller on May 11, 1997 at 13:19:23:
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blank verseThe Shrimp Boat Sculpted on the horizon, a shrimp boat-
the bow appearing, then reappearing;
as it’s distant, tall mast crosses the salt marsh. Hanging nets, stiff with brine, shape the wind,
while in the wide wake, a flock of gulls trails-
so white above the shimmering leakage. With the cooling breeze, her steady approach
is unmarked by bent backs and such tired eyes-
though the sounds of soft voices comes down the sea. Docked; but still the cargo hole brims with catch,
As the sunset slips down through the rigging,
And the full moon rises to surf the dark waves.
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