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Dockside
April 17, 2020
Collection of Poems C
My boat is in a harbor these days.
It's rocking gently
and not traveling any place.
It feels good just to be
in a harbor
with the charts folded
and the compass ignored.
There aren't any train whistles
haunting me in the night.,
I'm not concerning myself
about the morning
when distant winds will call me
and far away sands will beckon.
Questions of future plans -
buzzing flies I brush away.
I'm not looking around the bend.
There are no winds pushing me to move. It's enough for now
to be very much nestled
here in this harbor
with my sails folded
and my engine off.
Soft waves lapping
against my sides so very soothing.
My boat is in a harbor these days.
It's rocking gently
and not traveling any place.
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