Today’s prompt: nose, Alabama, sailboat
I do not sail…I adore the water
From shore’s unmoving vantage.
So I bid the group fair voyage as
They boarded gleaming sailboat…and
Settled on the sand, novel in hand.
Gaily their voices, laughter sang loud
Across teal distance…such fun to be
Had—getting sunburned, hoisting
Host’s cocktail…Alabama Slammers.
Glancing up, I watched joyous boat
Slam nose into stone jetty.
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