Breakfast On the Beach

The water shone with the new risen sun
smoke from the fire swirled around the man
as the roughneck fishermen came ashore. 

Hard at it all night in an open boat
they were tired and hungry 
and came back empty. 

“Children” he said, 
“come and have something to eat.”  
They knew but could say nothing. 

Then, “Do you love me?”
Peter was caught remembering his
“I do not know the man.” 

Peter offered his threefold 
“You know me, you know I love you,”
once for each betrayal.

The weight around his neck 
that threatened to drown him 
lifted with the smoke from the fire. 

The next day Peter made breakfast. 

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