Friday, December 03, 2010

Two Mile Walk to the Hospital

Rot
has its place
on the road beside the harbor.
Black with old grease
and rust so rusted it blackens,
and men ride encrusted machines
that slip among the white white
yachts.

It's beautiful,
navy
washed by clean sea wind.
But earth enters in
when you are walking.

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