The Reach of a Dock
Contributed by
jimxxx
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Friday, 23rd November 2012 @ 10:59:09 PM in AEST
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What power in a dock, when you notice them,
resting over the meekest of nature�s spills,
it keeps the calm, laps the surface,
Bringing the center within reach
When you walk out on one, if you walk there-
it�s the closest you come to walking on water,
You can live the solitude of a peninsula,
You can take the memory of the shore
Who keeps them? a simple question-
Holding up midday, in slivered palms
while the fish laugh in its shade,
its slatted, to the bottom shade
And when a dock is stacked, with day like moonlight,
sewn in by the cold ash of stars-
it stills the occasional blind moth,
it groans beneath the tree frogs� rattles
A dock is no more than wood, most weary and molded,
a clock hand over the sun crazed water,
but when you walk out on one, if you walk there,
You might forget to ask, how long should I stay?
You might forget to ask, how long should I stay?
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