Port - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Flecks upon the surface of the bay,
Jangling diamonds of light,
Speckled water slapping boats on either cheek;
Here is no chandelier's coherence
In clustered reciprocity,
Only a dancing dazzle
Of black and light
In alternate identity,
Chopping up and scattering
The hard-lit dock at night.
I praise the power of water to smash
Utility to iridescent bits.
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