Low Tide Browns Bay
Old mooring pylon
with shag aloft,
wings flapping.
Fitness freaks with dogs
jog the shore -
one woman in particular,
her thighs slapping.
An old heron and I
are amused -
we fly away,
both of us clapping.
Written: circa 1993
Copyright © Craig Bowden | Year Posted 2022
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