Marathon

Coconut Grove 

Is a very small cove 

separated from the sea 

by a shifting shoal 

we didn't realize that 

we had arrived 

at high tide, high tide 

barely made it out alive 

red over white 

fishermen working at night 

not even once 

did we see a light 

we didn't realize 

the forecast had been revised 

by moonless skies and

shifty wind that gusts and dies

on the sand our keel is heaving 

but tonight we've got to be leaving

travel through the day and into the evening 

Marathon how long we've been gone 

and still not yet set foot upon you 

your low lying shore opens welcomingly

to one who's spent the night at sea

Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose

adorn with coral, your bright colors show

ushered in through a bridge that is never closed.

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