Wednesday, Oct. 21, 2009, 8am

Silent roar
Born off shore
Channel middle
Ends the riddle

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

Right here today on the Bo Bay

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