Holds the line and rippled bird-lagoon,
Swans galleon, billowing and blowzy,
Strutting feathered water-knights,
Coots follow, smaller sails black against white,
While close to shore,
A fishing boat arcs past, gull-shrouded,
Nets hauled by men in yellow,
We sit and sift gems polished by the tide.
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