" the moon grin "
rises to that perfect aspect
a silver dance
to the Stream
the sea bouy winks red
and the channel marker green
red/green all the way to horizon
where the shrimp trawlers run the coast
my girls recoil at the blood
on the jetty as old Crackers
land fish
leave them smacking
head to tail across the pier
in their final dance
bait another hook
"JaJa, that's so mean,"
my girls chant in unison
"why do they do that?"
the moon burns behind my eyes
"so they can eat"
© 2003 julius (Michael Sottak)
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