always see it first
they certainly did this year
through the morning mist
how it shivers and smacks!
a warmness
hairs arising
a brightness
eyelids squinting
unkempt nails lose grip of coarse nets
gnarled toothpicks fall fast from slack lips
a vision
what a vision!
soaring up above the sea
now cresting
ascending
now filling the sky
the onion bagel sun fills the men with wonder
fills their nets with game
and fills the world with an unrelenting hope
that last year
never knew
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