SUN AND SEA
Give me a sun
at dusk or dawn
rimming the horizon
in reds and roses,
but not at noon
until it softens
on dirty green
breaking clean,
spewing, spilling
in a show of alabaster beauty
as dune fence shadows
go geometric in zebra stripes.
Gulls come close now,
those masters of mendicity,
the silver sea at last
a shimmer of rippled glass
Late February 2008.
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