Sitka Sunset
ruddy trawlers creak
as fire strummed whitecaps compose-
seagulls lock their wings
sage eyes, pursed in wry wrinkles
squint toward salt misted shards
syllables 5-7-5-7-7
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2023
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