On the Beach in Mazatlan

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Waves sloppy kiss the sand.

Bird Island stands staunch off my balcony;

Condors ride thermals in circles

Upward, split off in search of prey.

Shrimp boats trawl the horizon.

La Palomas strut the south ridgepole

Of the adjacent restaurant.

Frigate birds patrol the sky.

Pelicans dive head first into the ocean,

Bob up, fish hanging from beaks.

Morning sun splatters the beach

Through coconut palm filters.

Coffee steams my face.

It is enough.

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