Stevieslaw: The Hour When the Ship Comes In

Inspiration

It blew in against the tide
with so little fanfare
that it startled the longshoremen
who had taken to rust in the salt air.
Smiles of self-congratulation
rivalled the blaze of the setting sun.
“To patience and perseverance,”
trumpeted a hanger-on
who had practiced neither.

Tonight, all along the shore
the scritch of pencil on paper.

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2 Responses to Stevieslaw: The Hour When the Ship Comes In

  1. Nice, Steve. I love it when those ships come in, and they arrive so seldom…

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