Paul kicked a ball.
It roll across the parking lot
toward the beach.
A woman banged
two cooking pans.
Seagulls took flight.
A man standing
in benediction pose
blessed the changing tide.
Paul kicked the ball
farther down the beach
past crushed beer cans.
The woman chased
sand pipers
and the seagulls returned.
The tide floated
eleven tossed wafers
and diluted the poured wine.
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