Lagoon is draining
Bubbling out to sea
Folks stroll beside the bowl
Twelve miles from the city

Draped yet there
Invisible by eye
And out of that fog
Shorebirds fly high

Here in sun land
Ridge-born heat
Melts my face,  man
But the heat is so sweet

Fog is melting too
As that big orb rises
Dripping true into the stew
Of all that one surmises

Right here today,  on the Bo Bay

Sun is up and piercing
Each hair on my face
Feel’s great
Make no mistake
Feels like I drew an ace

Softly rippling
Channel lapping
Folks in banter
One-hand clapping

There is one gull
Up on a rock
Scopes each move
Like the sweep hand of a clock

Jumping quickly
Makes the wall
Here come more
To a wall free-for-all

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Late to state
Pacific’s plate
Gulls being fed
Falling bread from overhead

Throw it up
Gulls swoop
Chomp mid-air
Easy dupe

Huddle close
By the shore
Shriek ‘n shrill
Crows caw more

Walkin’ doggies
Folks abound
Talk to people
In doggie sounds

Flash ‘n splash
Incoming tide
Overcast
Take the day for a ride

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Solace of space
For the human race
Can’t fall from grace
No,  not in this place

Feeling sounds
From all around
Squawking finds
Gulls of like minds

Blasting rays
Heat in waves
As faces front
Feel the sizzling brunt

Boat to launch
Bo fisherman
At sea he’ll lunch
Then return again

Off the channel
Mirror bright
In all this space
No brighter light

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