Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Wednesday Morning Beach Report


Ghost boat.
And the pelicans on the jetty are still as statues.
Terns circle and cry but never commit to plunge for a fish.
Maybe there are no fish.
A single sea lions leaves the lazy dock life, undulating straight and fast for the harbor's mouth and
passes a couple perched on the rocks.
They are silent. Turned toward one another, heads hung low. For them the water, the birds, the boat, the sea lion do not exist.
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2 comments:

  1. Ms. MoonJuly 8, 2015 at 2:07 PM

    Ah, darling. Every day I read here and think, "Why don't I go to the beach?"
    Maybe I should start thinking more seriously about this move to Apalachicola.

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  2. 37paddingtonJuly 8, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    hey there. how wonderful to look out at the sea.

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?