09-27-2011, 01:26 AM
We share the awe
of a September evening
walk along the shore-line
with the long- haired woman
and her skittish boy.
Our dogs circle
snip and snap
wary of each other’s motives
twilight falls:
in the harbour up coast
lamps are lit
out at sea fishing boats
shimmer, beacons
on the edge of the world.
Harvest moon
breaks the horizon
sails above the waves
a helium balloon
floating up to clear sky.
The boy skims a pebble
along the golden path
of moonlight on the water
it skips seven times
before the mermaids
commence their song.
of a September evening
walk along the shore-line
with the long- haired woman
and her skittish boy.
Our dogs circle
snip and snap
wary of each other’s motives
twilight falls:
in the harbour up coast
lamps are lit
out at sea fishing boats
shimmer, beacons
on the edge of the world.
Harvest moon
breaks the horizon
sails above the waves
a helium balloon
floating up to clear sky.
The boy skims a pebble
along the golden path
of moonlight on the water
it skips seven times
before the mermaids
commence their song.