They hang out at the harbor,

well observed and appreciated,

Three Redheads, really red,

Pelican, giving herself for others,

and laying nearby at anchor

The Heron, sleek as her namesake.

Further off, barely bobbing 

sits International Headquarters,

well connected, powerfully built.

Then there’s the bookish Ex Libris,

messing about wind and tides,

learning by doing.

In port from away, moored to a dock,

Quartet intones its own air

as a couple chat, 

sip cocktails and watch the sun set. 

From park benches or parked cars

tagged with land-locked license plates

visitors sit and savor the scene,

landlubbers flush with sea fever.

I must go down to the seas again – John Masefield

Paul Charbonneau lives in Rockport.  

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