Seaport

The boat is in the harbor. Skeleton arms spread out against the sky. 

He breathes in the salty air mingled with wet 

cobblestone and dirt. 

Happy for a bed and a bath while in port, but homesick nonetheless. 

Home is aboard ship and on the seas, battling the force of nature and 

free like the stars. 

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Today I saw a rainbow spread out across the sky over the boats at rhe South Street Seaport. To think that boats have been docking here for over 300 years...amazing.