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

It’s ccold
The sun’s just up
Wisps of sea foam
To fill one’s cup

Channel churn
City’s clear
Locals stop me
To bid good cheer

Shorebirds hide
Deep in the sand
Another greeter
Derails my hand

Sea breeze
The big sneeze
Across the land
A high-five grandstand