Santa Monica Pier

Here on our pier
in the evening,
my favorite strangers
furling their faces
in intense concentration
over their sinkers and lures.

A breeze ambles by,
and time doesn't matter
a little while longer
watching the waves play 
a deepening medley
of purple and red.

Eyes linger
now and then on a sky
that's gently folding the show:
a letter put in its envelope
to be read again --
tomorrow.


 Jon Bohrn (1999)  ("Vacancies")

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