009. First Landing
J Jaden Knight
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A ship steams towards the shore
No port but a sandy beach
with tall palm trees stretching
like tired hippies
A crash of the falling anchor
the loud clanking of a chain
throws up the screaming birds
like a poor magicians card trick
The blanket like sail
flaps in the wind
an extra large hanky
waved by a sorry hand
The smoke from the funnel stops
the tired engine pants
like it has had too much exercise
the birds settle to rest again
as the ship slows to a stop
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