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点击复制Ships sleep beneath umbrellas
the gulls rehearse their claims;
the tide revises footprints
and nobody remains
A poet counts containers
as metaphors of flight;
his notebook smells of kelp wind
and gasoline of night
A child waves to the ferries
believing waves reply;
the skyline melts like sugar
against the patient sky
Tomorrow’s rain already
composes what we miss—
the harbor hums its promise
in languages of mist