9.15.10 7A.M.

Bo Bay Today

When asked to write
One more poem
I felt afraid
Afraid of the unknowing

Yet the juice lives there
When I close my eyes
So here is a peek
Of under Bo skies

Twelve Harrier gulls
Line Stinson sand…and
Two crows chase randomly
In the fog, stand grandly

Softly waves fall

Out in the mist
As I get the gist
Of pen and wrist
Etch with each twist
Still out in the mist
Softly waves fall

Endlessly the love
Flows streaming from this bay
Fits all like a glove
A home for heart to stay

-Right here today, on the Bo Bay

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