A surfer
And a fishing boat
Bob about
Both afloat

In the center
Lagoon toward Stinson
Huddle maybe fifty
Big fat pelicans

Kids out early
Beach bound crowd
Cormorants dive
Without a sound

Being and nothing
At the coast
Pen some poems
Toast some toast

Broad view this ocean
A big Montana sky
Flat as a pancake
No waves there to ride

Hot beams fry the skin
From my cheek to my teeth
Summer sun deliverin’
It’s a toaster on the beach

One gull yanks
Post-fourth booty
An oyster from it’s shell
A bivalve cutie

Of days of light
Onto shores most fair
A vision so bright
None else can compare

to right here today on the bo bay

Ships that sailed
Rest in the deep
Off this reef
Known by Indian chiefs

But now it is calm
Rocks hide below
That’s what sank them
So long ago

Inviting  the ocean
Marine layer’s in
Folks stroll,  dog balls roll
Some come down to take a swim

Midsummer daydream
Under overcast
Things never what they seem
Change and time both past