for Adia Krejci
How did the water greet you
coming
as you slid through Port Melbourne
bold red stripe along the prow?
Did she sniff you, the sea,
for the scent of bays, far out of sight
for traces of barnacles
and oil off wet ropes,
speaking to the quiet steel hull
in lapping tongue
of docks and cargo
loads too heavy of
weather, still unseen
vibrating on her tail;
imagine what you might meet
far far out along
Bass Strait.
so intimately engraved
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