Gulls would circle the herring fleet
diving deep like breaths beneath
waves unfurled
by salted bows.
But you were lost
And only memories return
Breaking the surface like bulging nets
A precious cargo to feed on
through all my lonely days.
Poem by Andrew Velzian
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