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East
by Angela CottermanI am worthless at work
And walked to the water
Where I watch the inkblueblack
Tide come into the harbor.
In the distance, at the airport,
The runway ends at the ocean,
So that all flights begin eastward
And then turn, if they are going to turn,
To be on their way away.
All flight is beyond me, and I know it,
Sitting there facing the harbor,
Where, over and over, again,
A sailboat comes before me
as I watch the planes take off--
Its sail, peaked towards the sky,
Shows off how it moves as it circles
Always--and there it is, again--to you. 05/06/2011 Posted on 05/06/2011
Copyright © 2025 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/06/11 at 09:38 PM ...great pict-o-gram,inkblueblack...several more that tailend, sev. that justapose and an aura of melancholy just to give it an early morning-on-the-veranda-sipping-coffee, misty feel. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/26/12 at 06:55 PM such lovely and subtle imagery you have inked and assembled here. simply beautiful. |
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