Queenscliff comes churning in
The water lapping mumbling shadow
Roused by lumbering ferry’s rusted bow.
The red line rises from the shadow slips
There is rumbling and blades below
The shadow world is churning.
Disperse in streams of black and grey
Silver-scaled, finned and dripping
Nymphs claw with webbed-hand to surface
Dive and stretch
Fall back and retreat,
To ebbing pool in coppered light
Scrabble - swim - release
Queenscliff’s sun is rising.
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