The Catch

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Seagulls scatter

Confetti images in the grand parade

Churning, grinding engines

Parting the serenity of silence

Of early morning

 

Heading in now

Masts awaken

Sentries of the harbor

Nets heavy and full

Mammary glands of the water

Ready to spill their bounty

 

A good catch today

The sounds of the boat

Long gone from the bay

Echo along the shore

An illusion of location

And I am grateful

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