Bodega Bay, California

Dusk in Bodega Bay Soft dunes Like the backs of gray bulls And Salmon Creek Slipping into the Pacific To the big water The wineskins of winds Are open fully And the Pacific Ocean never pacific Wages eternal war with a sloping shelf Where pines lean frightened to the land When you eat fish in Luka's bar And you're happy that you're not a fish Far away in the deep cold water Where the sun pulled the night up Like a huge blanket To cover its legs