echoing tinny from the steel ship

night ferry

between the islands

the young girls were dancing

playing songs on their ‘phones

echoing tinny from the steel ship

deck heads bulwarks

heels slapping tapping rhythms

not meant for me

my time listening

to low fi sounds

on the beach late night

with a fire flaring out to sea

feeling youth flush these veins

dancing until light pierced the black

alive for all time

has gone

it is my time to be the spectator

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