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19 September 2021
Ferry
Anonymous souls
on the endless Ocean
I am stranded
on a moving island
A floating bar out at sea
Irish lads punch drunk on Deck 9
And in the dog saloon
And me, the cabin scavenger
Savouring transience.
Could be worse
Sheltering in the lee
Of a plastic chair
Where the hasty wind smokes
my cigarettes for me
Low bar entertainment
filtering through
the IPA haze.
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