In the din of Bo
Lapping liquids echo
Canine’s talk
Illuminates the walk

Jostling two
Pooches sweet
Leaping paws
Doggie’s treat

Firing sun
On my cheek
Blinds my left eye
Here in poet speak

Strollers stroll
Along sea strand
‘Neath skies of blue
A sort of blues band

Motor exhaust
Noise from far away
Reminds us to conserve
On this and all Earth Day’s

Oh,  the beauty of this place
That stretches ‘cross the sea
Perched on pole, old buzzard soul
Warms his wings,  gingerly

Silent morn without gull squawks
No shrieks or dog-like barks
On Stinson Beach one person walks
A cormorant pokes from the dark

Blue sky
Feeding fowl
On the wing
The squawks start now

Laughing gulls
Caw caw crows
Buzzard banter
Dogs at canter

Crisp ‘n clear
Sounds amiss
If this were earth’s lips
I’d plant a kiss

Cruise through town
Few folks around
Dan’s at the bar
In front, by a car

Sprinkles on the roof
Parked at end of Wharf
A walker on the hoof
Blocks my view, of course

Only one is all it takes
Deep breath…then sit ‘n wait
Soon they move so all is cool
Outbound pelican soars to the gate

Golden, yes…that’s the one
Over there, inside the clouds
Hidden strong, tall and long
Buried in the foggy shrouds

BoStin channel’s in mid-tide
Filling slowly, rise surreal
Bobbing, gloating, in the floating
That pelican stopped for a meal

Cold and nippy
April starts
Fools abound
Pulsing hearts

Walkers bundle
Dressed sublime
Basking sun shards
Flash in time

Shorebirds sheltered
Wind she’s blowin’
Channel’s churnin’
Surf spray’s showin’

Racing waters
Out to sea
Back-dropped by
The big city

Twelve short miles
To reach her shores
Build a beach fire
Let’s eat s’mores

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