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Apr 2018
In Ireland, sea swept and green
against the wind, this mast, salt lipped and bent
by the mad skipping white caps
farther out - the gray fading ships
closer in, the tiny bobbing boats
amid misty fog they float
nets and fish, heavy they list
the watery wilds
toward home.
#sea #Ireland #fishing
CA Guilfoyle
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CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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