distant cars crossing bridge
small as matchbox colorless
some are in a hurry; passing
disappearing in depth tunnels
to come out to another bridge
as giant cargo ship inch its way
harbor patrols slice channel
for traffic control and security
this is becoming fish sanctuary
so as those giant sea birds
except for blue crabs there are
all season crab pickers here
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