a soft nudge wakes my soul
i look around nobody at all
wind has subside, sun fades
i move my toes, shake my body
maybe too much leaning on tree
fishing boats coming home now
not far away from mine a palm
waving leaf still, waiting air
people gathering to restaurant
to eat, share stories, beyond
i will try to get fresh catch
with my few dollars, i stash
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