Bob Lucky
Message in a Virtual Bottle
departing ferry
the boats in the marina
tug at their lines
I spend the afternoon on Ugljan Island moving between the cold waters of the Adriatic and the shade of an olive tree. I quietly root for the butterflies pursued by a six-year old lepidopterist, his yellow butterfly net fluttering in the breeze. Later that evening, I watch the ceremony for Croatia's entry into the EU. Herman Van Rompuy gives a speech, and I'm disappointed he doesn't throw a haiku into it. I think about the butterflies.
Dalmatian wine
the blur of masts
in the marina
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