Waiting for Something

Boats
black and red bob in the harbor
overlooking
years of silt and wear
hidden under murky green waves.

Beyond the worn white pillars
a time passed
praised
and remembered
rise gigantic.

And the water breathes
and the buildings whisper.

It occurs
even to the casual viewer
that this place is waiting
for something
Although I’m not certain
even this place
knows what.

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