(on Good Friday)
Unloading Spring’s first ships –
children, men, dogs watching.
Valdez Harbor emptied.
to tune of sixty-seven meters.
One hundred thirty-nine perished.
Ring of Fire.
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It’s Quadrille Night at dVerse Poets Pub. The magic word is “Harbor.” …I dunno. It was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt.