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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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