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Hood Canal

I couldn’t see, but water

reflecting, it danced from the sun

black cormorant dove under stars and pearls of sea

for silvery fish to fill his beak

a small boat I rowed

long through water weeds, cat tail reeds

paddles cut the diamond day sparkling

sandy shores mollusk strewn

rippled shells shimmering blue

oysters bubbled, shallows breathing

seagull smiled watchful scheming

a beach fire to warm the night

the dusky sun, no longer to keep

soon the moon between the trees

radiant, it wakes the stars from sleep

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