Sitting over the harbor at Camden Maine. Chuck and I just finished 2 1 1/2 pounds lobster… Burp. We are wondering who owns that 80 foot yacht in the harbor called Joan’s Ark. Did she write "the novel with enough violence and sex" so she could buy that cruiser or did she just marry a rich guy? Chuck finishes the bottle into our glasses, we rip off our lobster bibs; we wish we had crayons like the little girl at the next table, we wish… For more lobster? For Joan’s Ark? We wish the bib would come off… The tide is coming in and maybe tomorrow there will be enough sunshine to sit in the grass on our chairs and sip, paint, and read.
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