from
this beach chair, how it is
possible
in the far
distance
that the ship can ever get
anywhere
at such
a slow pace.
crawling across the curve
of the earth.
the length of it,
the rusted
rig,
the iron of it all, plowing
forward
to some distant port.
so you close your eyes,
tip your hat
down
and wait.
before long it's gone.
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