Bungalowtown

 

 

stuck on a flat land of ornamental exile

dream of a ferryboat
between two shores
the perpetual vision of arrival
in the warm haze of summer

getting to Bungalowtown

chase the ebbing sea
increase delight
with a south shore view
treasured memories of scrub pine beauty

while the gulls start to plunge
their speed equal to illustration
in scenes of gliding

a sunset of flame upon the element
harbor beneath the opening eye of the night
an approach illuminated by Full Strawberry Moon
on through to dawn

land breeze warm and laden with salty scent
delights that discover a lone fisherman
with a swarthy welcome face

 

 

he knows
how to cast to invisible level
he so artfully drops his line
it sounds like city poetry
and the thought in its amount

her little island
breathes
no limit extends
to concerned remedies
by those who try to hear heart beats in-between

so here's a present
outside the glints and sparkle of sterilized lands
all flat with suns shadowy traces

somewhere to start
experience the magic sand and enjoy the view
here for you
sweet
you know who you are

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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