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When we stepped off the boat
To watch the glass blower
Your single-bead bracelet
Broke.
That was the day the giant blue crab
Danced for us in the canal way.
Now I see him adorned with that
Perfect pink pearl
Cresting
Like a balloon
Through the air,
Jetting off across the Atlantic,
Belonging anywhere.
Colette Maxfield lives in the U.K. near the point where the Thames river meets the Kennet canal. Currently working in a University/union setting. Writing free verse poetry and has poems published via The Broken Spine, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and Silly Goose Press.