BEACH MOMENTS
Nov. 2009
Suddenly the sea is in my life again:
the sky, the sand, and in between a band of blue;
the Sea of
Mexico, but here it’s called the Gulf.
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Monarchs on their way to
Mexico,
a gold and black design upon our shores,
pit stop before their long flight across the sea.
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Neither blue nor green
but somewhere in between,
the eastern sea at dusk,
a scene unseen
by those enamored
of conflagration west.
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The sun descended,
leaving electric zigs and brilliant zags
of red and yellow
in a sky layered in colors never named.
Peace, peace floods
the most resistant soul
that strolls this beach.
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Walked down to the water’s edge
to see the moon arise:
gold, gold,
El Dorado gold,
fat, full, and richer than
the city’s gaudy lights.
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Full Moon of November,
thrice removed, edges frayed,
but still a radiant gold.
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What do you call this moment after sundown?
Eventide, dusk, horizon’s russet rims,
an evening star, and then a rising moon.
Beauteous blessing for all
who have escaped
the clutter of mankind.
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Heavy clouds at night,
astral design disrupted:
Orion’s mien , raggedy,
his hunting dog, hidden.
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The sky and sea have come to me,
melding in horizon’s cleanest touch,
teaching how to be and let be:
a blending of parts
in a world that’s badly fractured.
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New Moon of November,
any thinner can’t be seen.
White lash,
silver slash,
golden arc,
not red but rouge
it slips into the sea
as Jupiter, the Evening Star,
looks down on her descent.
