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Hyannis Harbor, 2007

written by: Kara Jackman

@KaraJ1979

 

A white fishing boat, all spikes and swinging wooden arms,
Sits in the midst of the dusky-green harbor,
Dormant, Quiet, Shy

Gathered, twisted, rope upon rope
Line upon line,
Nets upon nets,
Are frayed, into a messy tryst on a giant spool.
All wait to be threaded and sewn through the ocean’s fabric.

Booted feet in the water,
The fishermen check the outboard motor.
The water gurgles from below,
And the men are all smiles.

Ready for tomorrow’s trip to the banks.

Kara Jackman

Kara Jackman

Kara Jackman is an Archivist at Boston University by day and a freelance writer by night.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.
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