Donald Traxler's Poetry
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Standing on the dock,
I catch a bow-line
and fasten it
securely.
The ship's an unlikely
one, broad and
high and short.
But I, at least,
have helped
to bring it
into port.
23 November 2016
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Donald Traxler
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Today we applied for Uruguayan citizenship, which is what this poem is about.
November 23, 2016 at 4:06 PM
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Today we applied for Uruguayan citizenship, which is what this poem is about.
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