Nets and Floaters On the Dock (Juneau, Alaska) — Image by kenne
Floaters on the Dock
Orange floaters knocking
like monk’s bells
in a tide-slow chant.
Nets coiled—
a bright tangle
of the year’s labor.
The net knows this—
every line holding
a memory of the deep.
A quiet holiness
in stacked gear,
boots drying,
the diesel tang of the day.
I sit on an overturned bucket
and breathe.
Even here,
the tide pulls a little.
— kenne
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