Wooden pillars squeak in the afternoon wind

Waters slap against the shore

Not angrily but without end

Bleached bright pier reflects the sun

Man holds his pole on a “No Fishing” sign

Like a catch would have been fun

The sky so tantalizing blue

It fools you into thinking

The water is too

The sun also plays games with your mind

Shimmering off the murk...

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