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Clouds rush
a moon leaps from
the frog pond.

edge of sight
the thermals reshaping
an eagle’s wings.

Before the windjammer
a path laid
by the moon’s rise.

The fog rolling in
with the fleet
fisherman’s harbour.

Windjammer passing
a sudden whisper
from its breeze.

Under glass
the windjammer’s log book
inked with history.