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categories:
- Poem
- Rated G
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    file: _posts/2017-02-20-heligoland.md
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    words: 97
date: 2017-02-20
layout: post
tags:
- Poetry
title: Heligoland
---

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Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,
And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.

The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks.
You can listen from start to finish
And not hear a single word about how a day will feel.

Or maybe it's a pale, tired, steganography:
Moderate, becoming poor, violent storm 11.

Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all I can manage
is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.

I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,
And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
</div>

*Thanks to P.R.*