Crimson’s Creative Challenge #083

Not a pawnshop but three balls

hang up to dry in the midday sun

flags hang limp on spars and poles

a life belt gladly still redundant

between sea and sky the blue is blurred

horizon empty, clear and calm

light cloud lingers overhead

invite to sail without threat of storm

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