two ships sailing away from me
old St Kilda pier pylons being unloaded from a barge at Williamstown
dancing light beneath the darkest pier
the Sea Shepherd, but my photos of it have mysteriously vanished from my phone
two young men fishing.
‘Caught anything yet?’
‘How long does your patience last … how long have you been here?’
‘oh. You’ll keep at it for a bit then …’