by Joanna Lawson
Ontario, Canada

Both gloomy grey skies
granite rumbling firth
are shadowed in fog
under layered decks pulsing steel-grey engines
roil the slate wake that follows the vessel
lights waken rock-bound lead window panes
struggle to pierce the shrouded pearl shore
as Scotland pushes relentlessly closer
to breach our cloistered world


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