Daybreak on Sebastian River

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.

Nonstick Notions

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.