Far Out in the Harbor
Far out in the harbor in the pink dusk
of a late June day, lies a schooner fast
to her anchor beneath the first quarter moon.
The softness of the scene mesmerizes me
and I imagine I can hear the rigging softly
click and ring against the swaying masts.
I quietly breathe in time to the gently
breaking surf. The nearby sounds of the Fiesta
are dampened by my meditation;
I am drawn into the temple of the harbor.
©Marty Luster 2012
Good Morning Gloucester 
Exceptional photo…..Your words capture the essence of Gloucester Harbor…
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I know. It’s mesmerizing and once again, you’ve said it beautifully.
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As I read, my heart rate slows and I begin to “witness” Gloucester as I did as a child. Where did all those years go? How nice, a newcomer shows me the scenes once again. I thank you.
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Thank you all.
It’s a pleasure to share my joy of discovery with your experience of re-discovery.
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