Gone Fishin’

by grimbeau

Wistful, windless, desultory:

frugal, fawn, beige, puce _

Elvis has left the building

Pulling a fast one again

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Half-six on the dot:

doors slam, off to the coast,

Bodies glide on the high tide,

rolling away to chilling gyres

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tussles and rubs

from jetsam and kelp,

nibbled by gulls

eschewed by sussed brill

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