Untitled - July 10, 2002
A cool tall glass
of clarity rests
against the grained wood bar.
Every sip becomes a relief;
soothing the hunger
that gnaws within.
In the smoky darkness,
awareness fades away
until night blends into day,
and summer/winter seasons
do not differ.
Even as a sip is taken,
the waves outside
crash against the boardwalk,
drowning out
the syncophant cries
of seagulls
and other ocean flocks.
The rush of excitement
that begins the turning of the tide
loses strength
and ebbs away
under the brilliant moonlight.
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