matters

Who knows really

What tears mattered

or meant

other than demanding

much more 

than I could muster.

carling wood study

Celebrate The Bay

Gray sky lingers

Well into day

Before sun’s

fingers

Dispatch the haze

Offshore it drifts

 dissipates
and
fades away

Basking now in

blossoming rays

Even flow the ripples

Shimmer in the bay

All Small specks

A long horizon away

When…

Trailing south 
on a shoreline breeze

O’er the slap of lapping waves

A precise platoon of pelican

So perfect the Parade

Skim the water

And save the day