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The Boat

Sunburned gas-blue
I think I love you.
You’re cracked.
You’re anchored – abandoned.

Your surname is sunk
beneath the silt and sand
but “Betty” is aloft;
Betty Blue, I’ll call you

as dawn gleams

like mercury shot through
almost afraid to rise.


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