| Collected Poems 6 |
Chesapeake Sailboats
From an angle you see them best.
Sailboats bound,
billowing
bursting with promise.
In ports they glide
over shiny seashells,
prouder than swans,
casting glances shorewards.
From an angle you see them best.
Sailboats bound,
billowing
bursting with promise.
In ports they glide
over shiny seashells,
prouder than swans,
casting glances shorewards.
Chesapeake Breakfast
The rigging is alive with morning breeze.
A sailboat tugs playfully at anchor
while on deck
white-clad figures breakfast
in almost perfect contentment,
were it not for the sea gulls diving and
gliding
in mocking effortless flight.
The rigging is alive with morning breeze.
A sailboat tugs playfully at anchor
while on deck
white-clad figures breakfast
in almost perfect contentment,
were it not for the sea gulls diving and
gliding
in mocking effortless flight.