Tall-masted schooners
arouse the bay, are
messages in the inlet
quietly nudging
darkened silhouettes,
like pages from a diary
their worlds to ponder, and
dreams to encounter
shoreline's a hilly ridge
rippling at water's
edge, as
sunset splays one last outburst
of gleam, her warming breath
…serene
lay your troubles aside while
earth turns a tired cheek-
her last gasp of solitude, a
soliloquy of peace.
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