Crete Poem by L.S. Klatt
Crete
Cast-iron block & tackle
look for light in an orange boat
hooks, delphinium
nets drying in a golden pile
The marina is open
it takes Braille to read the cargo
A supermodel sculls in the harbor
her high heels dry-docked
as is the schooner
The fisherman takes apart his propeller in the shade
both hot & cold the way light treats him
I said look at the way she treats him
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