Sitka Sunset
Lights flickered as evening woke
the tired lagoon
where wrinkled reflections
and silhouettes of a million
spruce steeples
tickled the horizon.
A chorus of slapping halyards
joined a colony of gulls
in their repertoire
above the docked fisherman.
Trees, painted half-white
by windward squalls
faded off like a black curtain
to await an encore at dawn...
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