Shell-pink heavy weight, flaps hard
To keep up with the boat
Where you know there’ll be fish
And work-worn hands
And nets afloat.
Huge billed beauty, airborne,
Azure skied day, mirror seas,
Carib voices, palms, slapping waves,
You screech your pleasure
In to the breeze.
The fish flips, beak open,
So strong. You want more.
Wings wide, you land on the beach,
Pick through plastic bottles
That line the shore.
Catherine Broughton is a novelist, artist and a poet. Her books are on Amazon and Kindle or can be ordered from most leading bookstores and libraries. More about Catherine Broughton on localhost/tm
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