BEACH MOMENTS

     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.