Pareidolia

Three young fishermen

are hunched over cards

in a far corner of the room.

The air is hot and musty,

retaining the heat

of the day.

The waters of the Gulf

lap softly

against the beach.

A gull cries out

in the night

like a lost child.

Sounds echo faintly

from within

the ancient movie house.

He enters a wooden graveyard

filled with the decaying corpses

of abandoned fishing boats.