Silver Songs Turning
Silver songs turning sienna skies over dunes again,
winter beach morning dressed in khaki coveralls.Lone fisherman arrives standing cold-raw-broken,
turning near silence where salmon await.Evening in half-light, silver songs fade into umber beginnings,
traces of cinnabar on burnt umber sands.Lone fisherman leaves bent cold-raw-broken,
turning near silence where salmon escaped.
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