Atlantic City

Spring, early morning.

The beach a large bare torso in repose.

On the city side, a shabby collar:

the soiled boardwalk.

On the ocean side, white skirts

of crashing waves.


Beyond the surf,

the fish swim and swarm their

features expressionless but

buoyed with fish happiness.

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