Gone Fishin’

by grimbeau


Wistful, windless, desultory:

frugal, fawn, beige, puce _

Elvis has left the building

Pulling a fast one again


Half-six on the dot:

doors slam, off to the coast,

Bodies glide on the high tide,

rolling away to chilling gyres


tussles and rubs

from jetsam and kelp,

nibbled by gulls

eschewed by sussed brill


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