The blueness of water
at night and in between
the damp stoicism of the dock pilings
plays a memory-game with sea-captains
born too late.
the other blueness of water
is not on our palettes
we can only make art
to facilitate its memory.
the blueness of water
against the stark white wall
in the silent light and foot-shuffling:
near enough
to make the captain shake.
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