SUMMER AT HONEY HARBOUR
by William MooreOntario, Canada
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Perched on the shadow-stippled piling Green leafed by the fish swimming oil filmed waters, Black shadowed in the down sloping afternoon, The off white crack sided box of the old hut, The cabin by the sedge edge, called and beckoned to us strangers.
As the roaring water beetle taxi boat
In the sunshimmer of the golden day lake
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