Wee Boats on Kames Bay
I look with wavering consciousness
at wee boats stationary almost
in the open pontoon of their mooring.
Glassen surface broken by silent
ripplings of others’ comings and goings,
sappling hulls with pale impressions of cirrus.
Day is otherwise lost, locked into the light
tones of an image that has lasted decades.
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