Heart of Rust

Old ship, come to rest,
torn yet stately,
here at bay.

Pulsing with the lapping waves
pensively at anchor
in the harbor, nested in
the middle of the city.

Red and latticed
resting in its
decorative decay.

Like a withered leaf
in a rain puddle –
I think it even
used to be green.

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