departs
in november for tampa.
to his house along
the bay.
to his small boat, his fishing
rods,
his cold beer,
his lazy
winter day
under a warming sun.
a youth filled breeze
blows
through his hemmingway
beard.
he'll ride his bike into town.
he'll play
a round
of golf, he'll watch the young
girls go by
in their
summer dresses,
as he watches the sun
go down.
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