a defunct lighthouse
stares longingly
at the horizon
saving
seashells from
the tide
where the ocean
kisses the bay
the wind!
where
did this oyster
lose its pearl?
this gull
caught between the Sun
and the sea
a defunct lighthouse
stares longingly
at the horizon
saving
seashells from
the tide
where the ocean
kisses the bay
the wind!
where
did this oyster
lose its pearl?
this gull
caught between the Sun
and the sea
82 degrees—
Sitting under an oak tree
Writing a letter.
His home lifted high
He hides inside the spiral
Until her soft hum.
In my moonlit yard
A symphony of crickets—
The warmth of Summer.
Sun-kissed waves of heat
Roll against my resting form.
A hero is born.