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Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Ship - Carol Ann Duffy

SHIP 
In the end,
it was nothing more
than the toy boat of a boy
on the local park’s lake,
where I walked with you.

But I knelt down
to watch it arrive,
its white sail shy
with amber light,
the late sun
bronzing the wave
that lifted it up,

my ship coming in
with its cargo of joy.
Carol Ann Duffy

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