giving up to late afternoon no-see-ums
bicycle tires getting washed off
though the road was left with deposits
of grit & small stones
a few handfuls of fronds
scattered like the crosswinds
of a little torch key winter
i don't think
my eyes
deceived mewhen a couple
of pet peacocks
crossed the road
slipping under their
do not trespass
fencing
the bay was
calm after the rain
a lone boat
mooredwater like glass
mangroves dripping
--- e b bortz
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