Pelicans took possession of my castaway boat.
It sits in a lonely spot in Cabo San Lucas harbor,
Exiled from the yachts and the catamarans,
Bobbing free at the end of a frayed and knotted rope
Tied to a ring at the tip of its bow.
The pelicans found it suitable as a resting spot.
They covered it, stem to stern, with their guano.
Tourists stop and photograph it now.
It looks like a fantastic, boat-shaped wedding cake
Encrusted in ivory icing.
I watch as the bride and groom rise from their floating perch
And sail away on the warm southern wind.
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