This afternoon
the black dinghy I’m watching
takes in the clouds
then floats away
into another part of the bay
manoeuvres itself
and dawdles in the salty air
finally coming to rest
against the jetty’s rotting edge
sleepy as a drunk
on a bench
flat out on water
unrigged and untowed
and I thought:
so this is how you really drift
this is how you flow
this is how you look at the sky
and why
Phil Bowen
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