Shore, 7 a.m.

A thick breeze blows

over the briny shore.

A rowboat rests in the sand,

its hull white, splotched with blue

and green. Dune grass waves

in the wind by a graying picket

fence. Fog shrouds the horizon;

a low horn names the moment.

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