Hundreds stood on the wharf watching
as dock hands carted the last items up the
gangplanks taking them to the ships
many store rooms.
A shiver ran up the boys spine
then chilled him to the marrow.
On each each level, each deck
from low class to the highest
excited passengers crowded at the rail
waving goodbye to friends and loved ones.
The ship weighed anchor
its chain, thick, heavy.
She began to navigate and as
the big ship slowly maneuvered
he was watching the wake
of her stern as she started to
crawl her way out of port.
Everyone else was cheering
but the boy had such misgivings
for, he’d had a premonition
about which he’d refused to think
but it was like a dream linked to this
in which he’d seen the Titanic sink.
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*The boys is purely fiction. He was stood watching it all from the wharf.