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FISH QUAY: 1970
1. The tackle of boys baiting, halibut, whiting, catfish. Lines limp from quay caught between town and river.
The cry and call of sea birds, herring boats breaking water, haul and catch squeezed into wet holds.
The swish and slap of water, load and unload.
2. The sharp hulls rest, nets with holes hang like tired men.
Skipper and crew climb worn stone stairs to beds and bodies, sleep and snore.
3. The slap and stir of water. The chuckle of trawlers, hangs hot in the early sun.
The smell of fish fades.
Poem: Geoff Holland 1970
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