There
is the mostly white sea bird
imbibing
the blue tonic
of
sky. Not ice-cold but cool.
And
beneath the pines,
a
woman in her white sundress
sipping
water from a bottle. Its plastic
a
light sapphire.
.
Sometimes,
someone mistakes the gull
for a
dove in the haloed glare
and
others, perceive the woman
in her fresh purity
as the
girl next door.
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