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| [Heimur] |
Weather is either good or bad for fishing.
Long wooden racks air-dry fish,
Cages anchored in fjords corral fish,
awnings fray over tables spilling fish,
the whitest building in town freezes fish into bricks,
ships dock at the pier to load fish.
On independence day, the café serves dinner —
grilled halibut to all able to pay.
Maggi was to take us out, catch our dinner.
Instead, we met for coffee & didn’t speak of fish.
Then the boat capsized —
everyone into the sea.
No one rescued Maggi.
O sea. O Maggi. Maggi’s gone.
O sea. O Maggi. Maggi’s gone.
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