marked depth of saltwater by a yardstick in inches, storm clouds receding like playground children into secret places, oak timber painted white painted red ran aground in a mist, in a rainy fog, crew abandoned... fallen sails and mitered joints left to rot in mud, on a forgotten shore, winged crows to nest in a timbered mast, reeds grab and choke the oxygen out of splintered wood, last breath taken, gasping, choking... a trickle of saltwater, then a torrent, canvas hoisted by an updraft, sets sail, no longer moored, crows cast adrift in flight, wings like oars in clouds.
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