on the March sea
the container ship
a tiny cage of
wires clipped to
the skirting-board
of the horizon
at my feet, the
regurgitating wave
with its gurgle of
brown foam, the
click of pebble
against pebble
on the March sea
the container ship
a tiny cage of
wires clipped to
the skirting-board
of the horizon
at my feet, the
regurgitating wave
with its gurgle of
brown foam, the
click of pebble
against pebble