Loosely following local laws
checking Henry's traps for claws
Up government cut
down tarpon creek
Night-winds cool
my sunburnt mind
Feasting like gypsies
listening for Bum Farto
Categories:
tarpon, adventure, corruption, fishing, history,
Form: Rhyme
Collected
Standing quietly smiling
In a throng of hurried stress
Contentedly beguiling
In a soft blue gingham dress
Absorbing city sunlight
Like a sponge in Tarpon Springs
While gulf currents swirl and bustle
In frantic curl and hustle
Not a red hair out of place
With a smile upon her face
Her flashing green eyes sing
As she sees me
Noticing
Categories:
tarpon, inspirational, life, people,
Form: Ballad
On the bayou, molded brick streets
circle docks of wooden backbones stretched
into black water, limbs sunk into seaweed
now catchalls for rusty abandoned fish hooks from
the "one that got away".
Old cement plateaus boast of jazz band days
when the water carried notes against the summer buzz
Insects, air dancing with a thousand eyes,
strung lights of pineapple gold glossed in evening ripples.
You in my arms, swirling in the shadows,
on the grass dance floor, no shoes, no socks
and nothing spoken in haste.
This was the beginning of life. The beginning of love.
From this day forward, the bayou took note of our names
Two of the many, unspoken, engraved on glass bottles,
and sunk to the bottom of the black water,
never to wander from home.
In our deaths, these bottles will rise to the surface
with puffs of stale air
and the bayou will finally cut them loose,
floating them out past the collapsing docks,
past the first bloom of love and life,
to sea.
Categories:
tarpon, death, life, love, people,
Form: Free verse