FOGGY NIGHT ©
The white orb, saturated with
tidal flows, peers through the
A ghost ship slips up the fog
Night gulls. sing with strident cries
fog seeps in, the tide rolls out,
day is gone, the night creeps on.
Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by.
Water glistens, gold and wet.
Edges blurred night is soft and
tender, damp seeps into cloth,
Tents of light spread over the
Hunters of the sea know not day
nor night, fishers all,
white feathers stark against the
Palm trees, silhouetted in
ochre gauze, black brushes hard
Pilings sway, their waists cinched
Matronly sentinels, the craft finds
the woody bosom.
Butterflies and Bullets