gunnel laden
net bulged
skipper's snaking pipe
down the dawn channel the little boat rolls
on drunken hips
two green lights
deckhand mending nets to aft
gulls follow dipping
reflected rays
first sun spearing dark depth
oily sheen glittering against
the bubble chugged wash
far bank trees bristle warm winded morning
smoking up the break
fagged muscles prepare
last cockle cooking
blow lamp crusted jeans
weathercocked on wages
and a good days sleep
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