Exquisite sun beyond
bearing
dive into warm Sound
waters/yielding sands below.
Fond shouts above/below,
bathe in silence.
Laughter of boaters
Sundays after mass,
our mass all the night before
as sun set
and bottles cracked
and faint voices
floated from
the long dark brigantine
beyond the pier.
After the fall of eve
a bull shark slips by
beneath
Just passing through, worry only in the August heat.
The manta sleeps at dawn,
the pelicans settle
in before the storm.
Taste the salt and
watch the shore
storms rise.
Wait, my love,
to swim
'till morning enters.
