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

Fog a-hang
Bursts of grays
Light a-dance
Through purple haze

Gulls a-sit
On Stinson spit
Lap dance tides
Give kelp a ride

Sounds pound
Soft, not knarly
Like blowing winds
‘cross fields of barley

Foam a-fly
Close to the beaches
Sunbeams fire
Melt foam,  the beach leeches

Lagoon
Still

Slushing
Gushing

A fill thrill

Fog
Grog

Thick
Schtick

Zero
Beach

To
Impeach

Folks
Drive

‘neath
Skies

Simple
Gray

Super
Sized

Seal deal
Walk talk
Folks jokes
Water otter

Cool air
Rises off
Incoming still
Gull shrill

Make haste
Be cool
Get yourself
Off to school

Fall’s tall
Makes love
Of all
Without a glove

Surfer’s stay

Make a wave

Tilt the bowl

Campers crawl

Out of the small

Camping spots

There aren’t a lot

Of hidden caves

To hide a cot

Day in day out

Beach is bed

Downtown hangouts

The place to get fed

And we’re off

One-quarter left

Of two-thousand nine

Now play out the rest

Right here today, on the Bo Bay