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couldn’t tell
on the docks

no
no

which ship was
coming in
I couldn’t
tell from the docks
perhaps it was red
the sea
glimmering
bouncing up lights

oh
the setting sun

no
no

read the manuscripts
read the interviews
read the lips of scholars
searching for purpose
but the night came just the same
and with it
that low horn
called across the waves
and I felt a chill
couldn’t tell which ship
it was
or if it was just the sea
the salt air

no
no

I had a hand stuck
inside
the sails
watched it march up
the mast
watched it sail away
in the
morning
watched it from the dock