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Running at Sundown and Dark
Well, it's a pretty sunset -- sherbet green,
Orange, even some raspberry, streak the sky
From sea horizon to cliff s. Pelicans ply
The off shore reaches and fi shing boats careen
On big waves, giving substance to the scene
With their everyday skillful eff orts. Meanwhile I,
Pondering a talk that may well go awry,
Run on the tide-zone's particolored sheen:
Mind pawing obsessively at certain unclear
Distinctions.... Pass two more runners; lovers, one pair;
A lone girl walking slowly back. It's night
When I come in, distinctions still not right,
Past black stumps in the water just off shore --
Surfers, in the dark there, waiting for one more.