When the seagull goes home
At twilight the fishermen will move
Seaward and prowl in the turbid water
Of the first to fetch.
They will lament that the night caught
Up with them and the reason why
They return empty handed
Time, daytime was in a great need
And they plead that more time be given
To bring the fish home
And time is always not enough.
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