By the nearshore, amidst rocks by the ocean, is a cafe
manned by seals and volunteers from the foreshore.
They'd welcome surfers and beachgoers, whoever
can reach their store.
And who else can be regulars other than folks
of the sea, the mermaids and mermen who
surface for coffee and tea,
and maybe pastries too.
They'd swim up from the deep seas
singing as sirens for their orders heard
while they by caffeine and sweets are lured.
No plastic cups nor straws, all paper--
all that dissolve in saltwater--
found beside foam by the setting sun.
NaPoWrimo April 5 prompt, a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature
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