eating popcorn shrimp
a girl passes me on by
walking other way
a band plays buffet
something about a pirate
and i listen, too
the docks hold shrimp boats
which bob with every wave
dip down and back up
the seagulls eye prize
when a girl throws her french fry
a seagull swoops down
centre street is old
blackbeard stood on this same street
robert e lee too
crowded streets this day
the first saturday in may
i flinch, and blink eyes
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