Fogging Over
On a colder than normal morning
a fishing boat
has gone missing.
It should be there
in the gray, blue dawn light
bobbing near the curved horizon.
The anchor chain
lies serpentine
On the ocean floor.
And, an empty boat is making its way,
pulled by the current
towards the far off island of Madagascar.
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