The Shipyard
Published in
Feb 4, 2021
In the distance
against the black painted sky,
luminous bright blue
neons glimmer.
She remains composed - still
as the night which
surrounds her
and
within her
those tireless cogs
crunch, cut, and grind
breathing raw molded steel
all at free will - bending backs
like white tips of a wave
in a brisk sea breeze.
Waiting on a timely tide
Lest leave them in peace.
Vic Spandrio 2021
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