No glamour here in the South Bay
where function and industry reign
just an occasional seagull is seen
gliding over steel grid power lines.
The daily westerly winds whistle
swaying a small fleet of sailboats
buoys bob along a mariner’s course
as he navigates the currents.
Ships of all shapes and sizes
quietly line the edges of the bay
docked or moored in place
patiently waiting their turn at sea.
An unearthly silence lingers
around the salt flats that arise
staking their claim at the south shore
a monument to the “bitter end”.
It is peaceful here…without pretense
where the hum of traffic is heard
endlessly moving along an offramp
while the random seagull flies above.
Categories:
offramp, boat, water,
Form: Free verse
Serendipity Love
Love is never lost like a snowflake on an LA freeway
Or a teardrop in a sea of sand.
Love pops up like a tomato plant on an offramp
Or daisies in sidewalk cracks.
10-2-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem No. 22
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Based on two true experiences - the tomato plant and the daisies
Categories:
offramp, love,
Form: Free verse