Slipshod and shadowed by dusk’s charcoal veil.
The fishing fleet lies, hulk-like, in the gloom.
Dark figures work the decks and thick,
Blunt fingers knot and twist the dangling ropes and nets.
A single moonbeam cast upon the sea
Suggests a life lived hard, lived honestly.
© Gill Dunstan
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