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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4651 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Boats at Gocek Carole Barley There were pirates here; all that glittered and feather-flash glimpses. Some boats made no sound; if you reached out they could be almost within grasp. Their sails and the sea foam impossibly white. White like ghosts; slow motion. People learned to fly in sapphire waters, sang little bits of the songs they knew. In smoky dusk, the air became sleepy with flowers. Gold changed hands. All the treasure lies underwater. The angles of the sun refract and distort to all but the most casual observer. Lean too far and the boat tips. |
