COMPARABLE

The things one let's slip

from one's hands, like

coming into touching

distance of a new land,

and to only fish some

cod and go back, never

telling, and someone

from Genoa, thinking

he's sailing to China,

comes and raises

a cross and a flag,

is made the admiral

of the Ocean Sea,

while you in the north

back again, fishing cod

at the shoals, thinking

only what it will bring

you back at home

at Bretagne or Bristol,

the ports of the Basques.

10.04.2025

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