FISH
A small island race raised on this
brief silver harvest: fish slithering
like coins from treasure chests
hefted down from rusting boats
that seem too nutshell frail to ride
these stacked northern seas.
Cluttered quays slick with sea-moss,
bleak streets and blunt-nosed cottages:
nothing glitters or shines here
by design, nothing radiates. Rain
ties the clouds to the cobbles
all year round. But then the boats
come sidling out of mist and spill
their trove and a sort of richness
passes briefly through the dark.
pic from: www.greensalmon.co.uk/ images/fish-on-grass.jpg
10:54:30 PM 
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