chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

shrimp festival haiku


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

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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