When asked to write
One more poem
I felt afraid
Afraid of the unknowing

Yet the juice lives there
When I close my eyes
So here is a peek
Of under Bo skies

Twelve Harrier gulls
Line Stinson sand…and
Two crows chase randomly
In the fog, stand grandly

Softly waves fall

Out in the mist
As I get the gist
Of pen and wrist
Etch with each twist
Still out in the mist
Softly waves fall

Endlessly the love
Flows streaming from this bay
Fits all like a glove
A home for heart to stay

-Right here today, on the Bo Bay

Poking through
Cherub sized
Water smoothed
Big brown eyes

Beach galore
Stretch far and wide
Sand as much
As stars on high
(at night)

Gray moved in
Dropped ten degrees
Wind chill factored
Made me sneeze

Dogs ramble to and fro
A Lab takes a dip
Folks ramble too and so
The fresh seen sun
Can warm our wit

-Right here today on the Bo Bay

Pelicans on roost again
Rapid waters ripple
Cools the rising updrafts
With the folding of each dimple

Race
Pace
Over land
Through space

The invisible force
Moves all liquids
to
Unknown destinations

Forever melting

The seen with the scene

Seemingly seamless

Blazin’ fire
Solar mire
Boats aspire
To pull pots of wire

Crabs galore
Season’s in
On the seabed floor
Is where they begin

Walkin’ sideways
All of their days
Then ‘shock and awe’
When poking in a claw

Quick onto the boat
Crabbers snag the lot
Boilin’ up the brine they go
From pot to pot to pot

Little Mesa
Tall,  be bold
Shades Wharf Road
Harbors cold

Ocean breeze
Really sings
Across one’s face
Really stings

Sun’s arose
Not a flower
Blinding bright
O’er Sutro tower

Currents rush
Sea foams fly
Sitting gull
Gives me the eye

Glass pane
Laying on
Bo lagoon
Ripples gone

Sun’s amiss
Behind pillows soft
High above
The city’s loft

Tides a-churn
It’s churn’s turn
Washing sloshing
‘neath burrowed ferns

One lone boarder
Floats across
From Bo to Stin
Sailing albatross

clouds
aground
views
are gone

mist
a mess
the clouds
undress

flapping
flaps
lift-off
cormorants

surf
advisory
swell
harmony