LOOSE ENDS

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Today's prompt:  "write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does."

Loose Ends

Just before the sun dips its toes in the bay
we make the pilgrimage to Daniel's-by-the-Sea
where tall blue bottles of tequila spill their contents
into shot glasses. Don't bother asking for mix,
or anything else, unless you bring it, which we don't.
Instead, we bring stories wrapped in guises
of fact, fiction, or something in-between
while pelicans dive and fly, 
skimming so close to breaking surf
you'd swear they'll fall in, but no; 
only when they choose to. 
Dogs rush other dogs rush other dogs,
large, small, doesn't matter—they just want to play.
A fisherman casts his net.
Eventually the sun sets. Glasses empty. 
The world goes away. 
In Lahore, a suicide bomber takes out a park. 

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