there's a crowd
at the docks. they lean
out towards the sea,
peering across the long water
under a gull
frenzied sky.
they wait.
all waiting for that
ship to come in.
that golden vessel.
the silver liner.
anxious for what lies
ahead.
where the money might be.
waiting for someone
up on the food
chain who might leave them
something, anything
to help them get by.
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