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| L.A. Harbor |
| just being here |
| is enough sometimes: |
| an occasional artifact |
| of the time |
| before this was built here, |
| the brown stagnant surf |
| trips tiredly onto the sand, |
| stalling seagulls, |
| a dingy sun, whose haze |
| hides the tangle of derricks and cranes; |
| weary children dragging their feet |
| through sand piled by the tires of trucks; |
| no holding hands, no playful splashing |
| no practicing being in love. |
| © Jon Bohrn (1999) |
