Rough Sea

Palm fronds
by the pool,
hot morning
sunshine
won’t fix
her lonesome
days.

Brown pelicans
skim inches above
the surface.

From someplace else,
a front is
blowing in.

Palm trees
struggle,
almost hopeless
in the
rising breeze.

Everywhere
he looks,
he is reminded,
and he is
lost again.

The sea
begins to rise
as he rides
into a storm.

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