The silent order

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They stand uneven
As the shore line
Cowled in hoodies
A monastic order
Of silent men
Complexities of emotion
Nuances of feeling
Compacted to a phrase
Understood by the brotherhood
Peace found
In hissing surf and
Squabbling seagulls
Content to flow around
These silent dawn intruders
Prayer rediscovered
For the sea to yield
Its bounty
That big one
They can brag about
For size still matters
Lines flicked out
Rise
Shimmer in sunlight
Then cascade
Into Neptune’s hall
They stand, they wait
Hoping, desiring, lusting
While surf
Caresses their feet
Cowled in hoodies
They are the brotherhood
Of silent men
Having faced the sea

They turn and face the sun

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