Friday, 10 March 2017

My wharf experience.
I walk down the wharf, the floodlights illuminating the cracked black concrete.
We get to the end.
A fish catches my attention, a glimmer of scales flashing below the water.
The water is glass, hiding the  black depths.
I look over the edge of the wharf,a storm of sprats swirling in circles.
Thousands and thousands of tiny bodies
squirming and squiggling,each one struggling to reach the pale light.

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