the ferry
we stood waiting
the sea stood still
arms hung there
limp, lopsided
some with baggage linked
marked the bags
as souls gazed around
while others marked a spot
and fixed did silently set
their dull eyes on it
the ferry awaited us
older than sea
tainted by it
murmured, moaned
we crossed its frontiers
delivering ourselves
to its dark hold
i wondered
were we leaving
or arriving
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