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Wooden pillars squeak in the afternoon wind
Waters slap against the shore
Not angrily but without end
Bleached bright pier reflects the sun
Man holds his pole on a “No Fishing” sign
Like a catch would have been fun
The sky so tantalizing blue
It fools you into thinking
The water is too
The sun also plays games with your mind
Shimmering off the murk...
Monday 18th October 2021 1:15 am
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