At Harbor [Lyric Poem]

A stiff line of ships
Stands in the harbor:
Neither rise nor dip -
Just anchored torpor.

Is a storm coming?
Will ships be unbound?
Will waves be drumming,
Or lost be all sound?

If a ship snaps loose,
Will it reach the sea
To become a recluse,
A ghost ship riding free?

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