Sunday, June 17, 2012

Brigantine whispers

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.
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