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May 2013
Matte grey metal rises and falls
splashing gently in some blue open ocean.
you can hear the ***** creaking, the stressing
like old giant door hinges.

A hundred feet up,
crisp red flags are whipping,
and down on the wooden deck
a line of sailors
salute the endless sheet of water.
LA Hall
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