Hurricane buckled and rotted dock,
Malformed and misshapened over time,
Its driving dream of aquatic adventure
Withered and abandoned in line.
Castoffs
Author: dcstecker
Homage
No one saw the loggerhead
Pull herself ashore last night
Cloaked in predawn darkness.
No one saw her dig the nest,
Nor lay her eggs, nor cover the pit
Nor drag herself back to water’s edge.
Still, we and the gathering others
Linger by her tracks in hushed adoration.
Social Distancing at Georgie’s Diner #1
Arriving early
Before the breakfast rush –
Peace of mind dining.
Perfection Inexplicable
Tucked behind the wholesale seafood shop,
The tall-grassed muddy bank
Of the San Sebastian River,
The derelict shrimp boat dragged onto shore,
And the heron fishing in the early morning light,
Reveal to me intrinsic splendor somehow.
Motus Interpellata
Building cloud cover above
And rumored rip current below
Infect each new resolution
With nebulous-consequence unease
Feast’s End
Squirrel drinks deeply,
Crusty baguette chunk consumed –
Pleasure straightforward
Impasse
Squirrel eyeing me on deck,
Shifts gaze to baguette chunks below –
Matter of great import
Anticipation at Salt Run
Sailing skiffs, resting now too far aground,
Rely on the promise of an incoming tide,
While water joins sky in flushed expectation
Of sun’s regal rise o’er the eastern dunes.
Spring Sentinel
Birdbath freshly filled Winged-guest sips in mind -- Tabled-window watching
Levy
Mother milkweed Forfeits its leaves To spring's first monarch In waiting
Vilano Images 