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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 (she/her) lives in the U.K. near the point where the Thames river meets the Kennet canal. Currently working in a University/union setting. Published via The Broken Spine, Blood+Honey, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and Silly Goose Press.