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me and a lighthouse--
our clouds
crimson and blue

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skimmers fly past
light station’s crown--
eastern sky glows

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pink starfish
hunts oysters--
sand grains on my limbs

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near a nesting colony
black headed gulls
mob two carrion crows

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no breeze at noon--
one herring gull
joins my lunch

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three terns
watch the purple globe
descend

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evening waves crash
tower emits beams--
not for the dead auk

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Lots of nice images / contrast here. My favourite was 'no breeze at noon', which is beautifully done.

Jon

Thanks Jon for the time and the appreciation.

I really like your first verse...

'me and a lighthouse--
our clouds
crimson and blue'

It's very personal. I understand that feeling. I lived by the coast as a boy, and would consider secluded coves as my own. Your poem reminded me of the light houses and beaches found on the German islands, close to Denmark. Good use of imagery.

Mark

Thanks Mark for your time on this and the appreciation.