Flies crawl over the newspaper my cats slept on
it is a wet and cold late autumn weekend
no tourist like terrorist visit, today; quiet
like mid winter mid night. Wrapped in a blanket
in the saloon berth; thinking of pulling out
an electric heater using marina shore power
it is cold today in paradise, still the baby fish
they swim and they grow, a sea loin rests overnight
on the floating cement berth; a baby dolphin loops
through the water; and the calf's mother splash.
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