An audience of seagulls rest
on a dank iron cast rooftop,
sea air combing the waves to a ocean
the sun wavers in windows of Summer.
A fishing boat delved within blonde sand
like a half eaten stranded whale,
entrails of the ocean’s salty stomach
are scattered across sandy golden coves.
Sun shades my drooping sleepy eyes
my dry lips caressed by the sea’s raindrops,
strolling in my suit of clear blonde sand
I hide between the seaweed coated rocks.
I lay down in this sublime solitude
far from all the frictions of a city life,
I am a witness to the sights of beauty
waking beneath this canvas of raw lights.
MJ DUGGAN.
Well you might wake to more than that in Port A, but seriously you captured the beach scene brilliantly. Made me wish I were back down there. Packed in with ice here in Dallas. Headed for Florida in a week; although this work made me think of Caribbean. Have you read Derek Walcott? He does a lot of this kind of thing. Thanks, gay @beachanny