Harborwalk

I begin my stroll along the harbor,

past dark glassy water

Sailboats dot the horizon.

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Crows chatter among themselves,

osprey perch atop the masts,

herons wade in the shallows

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Live music flows from the bar.

Patrons lounge, the air feels alive

as sunset colors paint the sky.

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I approach the local pier,

many boats, resting, at home.

Dreams of sailing fill my mind.

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Under the mangrove canopy

crabs scurry about my feet

and bunnies hide among the trees.

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I reach the end of the path,

turn around, and head straight back.

This place of life and beauty

will always be dear to me.

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