out there
the framed waters
of the Gulf of Mexico
wait for me
I can see
the misty colors
of the sunset
the somber clouds
everything green
has turned black
the beach people
are silhouettes
I can almost hear
the sails luffing
for purchase
in the breeze
a wise old pelican
gives up the hunt
and turns homeward
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