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Squid
I live aboard a white boat
most of the year my life spent afloat –
this deck maybe once
was Basho’s pine
dark blue and bent
like an ink brush line.
The world goes on
in its own obscure way.
It has no time
for the civilisation
of a fishing boat’s deck –
the blood that runs
from a shark’s severed spine.
I catch squid for a living.
The veins of my arm
stretch across the Pacific
like a thin nylon line.
I like to watch dolphins
as they move through the waves
like the shining verses
black and beautiful
of an ancient rime.
What happens in the world
is mostly beyond me
but on the horizon
I have seen
the gods gathering.
© Bob Orr
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