Down by the docks in Hyannis
An ancient crossroads
Beckons us.
Bounded by floats —
ferries, tugs and fishing boats.
A window, a gateway;
A continent’s shelf.
The wind and sea
Wash over self.
June 23, 2020
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Beautiful Harry.
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Love this poem- beautiful image and thought!
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Considering the times in which we live, this is a peaceful poem evoking the past.
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