I watched the moving silhouette Of skiff upon the sea, And fancied that eyes there had met The silhouette of me. A flock of birds just passing through Found rest upon the pier. All bowed their heads in homage to The life and longing here. The sail was shortly taken in. The boat was lugged ashore. The gleaming catch was gathered in Until there was no more. Some sand crabs crawled along the mast. The boat did not reprove, Stuck in the muck of earth too fast To free itself to move. Late evening chill was coming on. High tide was coming in. While all the rest had long since gone, The skiff set sail again.
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