the boaters,
loud and wobbling,
near
drunk
trying to tie
their
line to
the pier.
looping it over
and over
again
with near
misses.
laughing, with
one hand
on a beer.
above
the seagulls
are low
and slow against
the pink
rails of sunset.
their white
wings soft
against
a warm summer
breeze.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
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