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Between Haven
1 min readOct 4, 2020
Mars hangs low
and rusty above
the ferry stern, prop wash
reaching upward,
one rocket away
from planetary, while
a red light on a shrouded buoy
flashes fractions in the dark.
The captain
swings a searchlight, it’s beam
deputizing featureless swell
in a humming search for home.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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