SANIBEL NOTES (11)
Mast,
A thin black line quivers
On a pink-purple evening sky.
No one knows that sitting on the boat's deck
Is a sun-burned man in tennis shorts,
Dark glasses above his eyes
His is aggressively asserting his opinions
On what should be done
About the Near East, Asia, Africa, and Cuba
To a sea gull.
He is an insurance salesman.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Ascent Aspirations
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