The shoes of the fisherman
Are parked side-by-side
By a post on the shore.
Nobody about. Not a boat
Or shag, duck or pelican.
Only a dead fish washed up.
The parking lot is empty.
A new notice declares,
WARNING: Algal Bloom
And I stand there like
I’m reading a movie poster.
A wind ruffles the waves –
The water needs aerating.
Rain is forecast for this evening.
Nothing will revive the fish.
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