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.
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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