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Sun plays peek-a-boo behind the hills
Scruffed of Douglas fir
The day’s last glow
Of our most local natural light
Paints a picture on the water
Of life above the surface
Yesterday’s wind
Today is touring someplace else
Allowing the water to rest
Flies beg to continue the party
I veer away from the sunset
A tree’s overhanging branches
Waltz in the bay’s reflection