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Irene Mitchell
Cruising
Nothing in tow, nothing
to trade. Free
as a popsicle from its stick,
eaten and enjoyed.
Sun sinks to a low
here in Key West, though
lower still in Bimini.
One can fish almost to dawn
now that tasks are done
and reverie is at last at hand.
No anchor, no prongs, no bait
because the fish come to you
in all their silvery goodness.
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