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Bayside above the letter H
Pier 7 - slip 9,
The Platonica sat very still in the water,
looking much worse for wear than the last time Greta had seen her,
five years ago.
The late morning bright clear sunshine could not find one surface on this boat,
for reflection.
The busy harbour with many voices shouting, could not penetrate
the stagnant air that surrounded Platonica.
Greta sat down on the dock,
and finished the rest of her coffee, straight from the thermos.
Gazing at the surface of the oily iridescent black water,
she sank into deep reflection.
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