January Morning: Suite 10

William Carlos Williams

The young doctor is dancing with happiness
in the sparkling wind, alone
at the prow of the ferry!  He notices
the curdy barnacles and broken ice crusts
left at the slip’s base by the low tide
and thinks of summer and green
shell-crusted ledges among
                                     the emerald eel-grass!

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