Light spills over the blue waters
Upon the bent fringes –
Overlapped and veiling
Some golden, pink and reddened,
Gulls trailing after the boat
Calling off 5’o clock
As they switch the gears-
Back to the shore
Rolling up the tide gently
And down and down
the deep it sinks roughly
imbalanced and erratic
like gentle and absynthal
of breath ,
Here’s to another day
Nets full of “ hurullo”
a few “andas” , And “salayo”
resting on the seaboard
sweaty and clamped –
together ,
bargaining a good buy
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