The shadows cast across this page
From the spiral wire binding
Caused not from artificial light
It’s this morning’s sun, quite blinding

Three men in a zodiac
Are launching from the edge
Of the pulsing incoming
Tides fill lagoon that will be dredged

Another three sip their coffee
Shuffling through the sand
Overhead small aircraft whines
A pleasure flight takes the grandstand

Sail ship is anchored out
A half-mile from the shore
Mist on rise into the skies
Pelicans lift, fly south to score

Bolinas Ridge draped in fog
And it is lifting too
Melting there into thin air
The burning sun cooks the blue

Chop-chop entering
The channel ocean races
Bo lagoon’s got lots of room
Eleven hundred acres

Light wind
Breaks the chop up
Gull on the sea wall
On me, he’s crept up

Sneaky peek
Toward me he creeps
Note red dot
Upon his chop

Lazy overcast
Looks like it may last
Through the day, anyway
This gull’s now walking past

Soon there’s three starin’ at me
One has jumped on my hood
Waddles back and forth, peering
Through the windshield, looks  for food

Right here today,  on the Bo Bay

First I hear is Jane
Bo’s dear, in conversation
Talkin’ in the shade
Echoes ‘cross our nation

Bo Lagoon is sucking dry
No kidding, barren land
Twenty dozen swimmin’ holes
Appearing in the sand

From here on the bench
Few dimples grace the channel
A whiff of ocean stench
Wafting wet-dog flannel

Across the dunes doggies roam
One local bakes her feet
Firing rays into the days
Solar heats so sweet

Waves a-move
Currents groove
While seals ride
The flows inside

of right here today,  on the Bo Bay

Running late
Out the gate
This couldn’t wait
Tho it’s past eight

BoStin channel’s bright
Sun’s hot in my eyes
A seagull starts his flight
Canoe’s a tubular surprise

Gull on wall
Tells it all
Sit and brood
Folks will bring food

Blarin’ burnin’
Sun’s a churnin’
Water too
In sky blue

School is new
Starts today
Education to
Make poets one day

Right here today
On the Bo Bay