At the harbour mouth
Rocked by ocean’s hands beneath,
Clanking an aria for the gulls,
A last reminder
Of where they slid.
My heart’s a wreck!
Salted and stinging,
My lips lament
Each blue-faced moon rising
Out of the locker.
Bobbing, breaking surface
Mouths wide
In one last warbled song.

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