photographers

abound on its dock

the sandhill crane

I memorize too

but in my mind's eye

​

replicas

of july pink come

into View

strollers and blossoms

below the boardwalk

​

the song

of a nocturnal bird

O loVe

are you at my window

or is this just dreaming

​

meanwhile you'Ve gone

just the written word wraps

my wounded soul

upon your arriVal

shall all pain be forgotten

​

fingers dangling

in the lilied duck pond

of summer loVe

a sensation neVer

eVer felt before you

​

the way you

moVe toward and away

from my arms

a solo seaweed strand

taken leaVe of its pod

​

seaport fog

burrowed in a pocket

till the sun

up-rose to its zenith

and jump started my day

​

dawn until dusk

we roll with the moVement

of rhythmic tides

incoming outgoing

neVer still for a second

​

waking to

an aVerage skyscape

except for

a dusty blue moon

and the scent of musk