The sail loosens—
not to move,
but to listen.
Dusk spills softly
across the water,
as if the day
has forgotten its edges.
Along the harbor,
lights awaken one by one—
no urgency,
just quiet agreement.
The city gathers itself
in reflections,
shimmering,
then letting go.
The boat drifts
between wind and will.
No need to choose.
A gull passes—
unconcerned
with arrival.
And you—
neither leaving
nor staying—
become the tide
that carries everything
without holding anything.
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