The boats lay on the cay
as if all fish has gone away
a stray dog seeks
shelter under them
and refugees hide inside
you can hear the sea
the waves land on
a beach of soft sand
for each a welcoming
but every day
at least one body
somebody
on the shore
pushed aside
by the tide
them souls
-such stride-
their names
for ever
...lost. M
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