Tangles And Reflections

Tangled up in roots beneath
the silence in the chaos,
harbors lined with freight and steam come and go with rolling tides,

sinking into suns that rise,
golden, flaming, black and cruel.
And all along the shoreline, the eyes
sway and shimmer into the pool.

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