With the sun still below the horizon,
The river slack-tide still,
And the docks emptied of crews debarked,
Three shrimpers, bound by size,
Slumber undisturbed in morning’s quiet.
Daybreak on Sebastian River
shrimp boats
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Two small shrimpers, aging yet able,
Secured for repairs toward the end of the dock,
Spark brief fancies of high sea daring do
In passerby who’ll never try to depart.
