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