quilted sky
glittering silently,
winking a thousand times
to the iron visitors
constellation
of houses
are sentries
to the cooing loons
and grunting bullfrogs
by day
the sun-kissed bodies
drift by
in casual boats,
soaking in the trees
and the sea-salt air
harbor chatter
in vacation tongue,
tolerant locals
measure patience
one tourist at a time
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