
A small boat in the marina. We saw several people coming back in with fish. Small boat, ocean, fish. That reminded me of one of my favorite books.
This poem also triggered an idea: finding connections by dropping poetry on Google Maps. That, in turn, triggered the idea of a tiny poetry competition. I launched that tiny compettion here (and on Medium) last week. It’s still open, if you want to play.
This is the third Poetry Piątek. Piątek is Polish for Friday.
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