It is the reach and sweep
of the horizon
that seduces the eye
the darker folds of clouds
the insinuation
of rose just above the water
a breeze moist and warm
like the touch of first love
a boat secured
to the outermost mooring
rocks an afternoon away
a little wine
a book
and the plink of
piano notes
from the classical station
that escape
the raucous
confusion of gulls
while a wave geysers
high as the lighthouse.
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