#461 - harbour tilt

 

3.iv.21

461

2.93

harbour tilt

 

for  field guide to Australian clouds

 

sails stuck singing

angle and grind

 

here’s the little bay of once

gnarled hands to the rail

 

the old jetty tie up

bird to cap each

long wash

nor yet gone

 

holiday harbour salt whiff

deck sunning

 

spray and now barnacle glitter

there’s autumn in the afternoon

 

the voices

 

the spectacle boats

shone dollars berthed

 

step by step to the risen view

sandstone

paws up for further nights

 

and high on the rails

 

all floating

gladdened with

the harbour joy crossing

 

comes with its winter mists

high windows

a ferry blue

over under

 

flying islands for up

from feathering

a crafty merger

slosh wash gone

 

all of this stolen of course