Monday, 19 April 2004

Ukraine

This much I remember:
       A wooden boat, upturned on the beach,
       Its blue hull resting quietly
       On the soft, pale sand,
       Wavelets lapping the shore
       As the sun slipped down
       Across the mouth of the estuary
       As, on the far shore,
       The lighthouse winked slowly.

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