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A dawn wind

ruffles

the still black waters of the harbour,

sending the boats

nudging uneasily at their moorings,

startled awake.

 

As light shivers into sun,

Some subside into a jogging acceptance,

held hard by rope.

 

Others strain

towards the open sea,

longing,

hopeful.

 

Now and then,

one

slips the knots

and,

bobbing uncertain in the currents,

Slides down the bright track

to unknown waters.

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