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The Gulf? Oh, well, the smell of that expanse of water ... the warmth of it, its salinity, the lay of the light from December skies intense yet waning. It's hard to describe, the distances benign.

I fear I am of the wrong latitude. A certain listlessness might overtake me if I were to linger on that scene.


the Christmas catch,
dumped on the deck to flop and kick,
they writhe in this heat