The Shrimperman

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Paying my way through college catching shrimp on weekends.

At four in the morning the stars are bright
and the moon reflects off the salt of an inland sea.

Dawn fingers the sky kneading the night
into the day's hues of blue.

And by four in the afternoon, the sun
has driven all to shade beneath the live oaks
where hum the shrimperman and the bees
drinking their beer and nectar until work is done.

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