Poem #795 – everything’s alright

my burning ship sails into the harbor
the flames stand taller than the mast
but I slip into a slip without a blip.
once tied off, I stroll across the dock to dry land
firefighters haul their heavy hose past me
fast paces and serious faces, I don’t know where the race is

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