the silence comes with a sharp shear of summer
whispering it's malicious intent upon waking weight
whimpering the days that have long since passed
slowly she comes down by the eternal waterway
leaving footprints along the cold sharp sandbar
tears fill her eyes, running down, salting fast
staring the horizon steadfast, forced fortification
sliding inside the drydocked wooden watercraft
broken from the tossing turbulence of last storm
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