Clouds run
by.
Overhead.
Inside the
rain patters.
The fire
flumes.
A diesel
flame.
At rest, a
rattle awakens.
The shift
in tides.
Our anchor
holds.
Alongside, the ocean.
Occasionally
a bird.
Perhaps
geese.
A ting in
the night.
The largest
raindrop.
In the
morning, I awake.
It's the sea and
me.
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