John D. Hamilton
"Leaving Lockport"
The light from down the hall uncovers
the white of the waves on the lake.
The sky cringes, loses color,
bleeds into the base of the water.
A cold flake lands on my forehead,
melts and cries its color into my eye.
Unlocked at last from port,
I was right to float away,
my faded paint hull
turned into the current,
into the light from down the hall.
Posted March 7, 1997
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