Commute
Pulling into Gloucester in February,
tarp-covered boats
blend into snow,
making it impossible to tell
where vessel ends
and precipitation begins.
Ice on the harbor –
thin, but present –
is a sign that winter lingers;
the clock tower in the distance,
a reminder that time
does not.

Always, so moving. (no pun intended!)
Mmm, nice. So how do you get from Gloucester to Rockport, then? Bus?