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Swimming by

Something familiar.

He just went swimming by.
I called out to him, bronchi
But he ignored my call.
I watched him swim away;
And when he was  little more than a an occasional splash
in the vast expanse  of  grey fretting water,
I turned away,
And scratched the initials of somebody I once knew
on the harbour wall.

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