A poem from a black and white photograph
rib cage laid open,
settles into the sand
as white as the light
baking under the sun.
Breezes create waves
spun over this surfacing.
A split oar spills
overboard stuck fast,
half a starboard missed.
Rotten boards washed blue
will never more set sail
from this final resting place,
beached out of flow.
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