Poetry

Hanging Out at Rockport Harbor

Sun, 11/26/2017 - 9:45am

    They hang out at the harbor,

    well observed and appreciated,

    Three Redheads, really red,

    Pelican, giving herself for others,

     

    and laying nearby at anchor

    The Heron, sleek as her namesake.

    Further off, barely bobbing 

    sits International Headquarters,

     

    well connected, powerfully built.

    Then there’s the bookish Ex Libris,

    messing about wind and tides,

    learning by doing.

     

    In port from away, moored to a dock,

    Quartet intones its own air

    as a couple chat, 

    sip cocktails and watch the sun set. 

     

    From park benches or parked cars

    tagged with land-locked license plates

    visitors sit and savor the scene,

    landlubbers flush with sea fever.

     

    I must go down to the seas again – John Masefield


    Paul Charbonneau lives in Rockport.  

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