Daily Poem – Departures

September 13, 2006


by Peter Makuck

At Island Harbor
boats have been hauled.
An empty pier points across the sound

to the Intercoastal,
a parade of migrating motor yachts and schooners,
a few bright sails.

Red admirals,
sulfurs, painted ladies, and monarchs
flutter in low light

over elaeagnus and late lantana
and don’t seem to know
where Mexico is,

Charleston, Savannah, or Key West.
The light is perfect
and long shadows flare from the pilings.
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