Hyannis Harbor, 2007
written by: Kara Jackman
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.
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