Poem Category: Beach

and, the sea winds
making one of the other
from sand dune to sand dune

how swooping
the seagulls fill
the after-storm breeze

gentle waves
the tot points to go further
with her cutest grin

gentle waves
the tot shows me
her big arm swims

their beach-
touched by first light
our two dogs- race

fishing from the rocks
the clear and present danger
in yesterday’s storm

descending honks
to the ebb of tides
the pelicans- pulled

pelicans descend-
to the ebbs of the sea
old men- searching

velvet sea
acres of moonlight
fill up the waves

he finds most…
spilled on the beach
a dozen fish hooks