September 25, 2009

Bo Bay Today, Wednesday, Sept. 23, 2009

- by Jon Moore

Traffic on Wharf Road
It’s seven-thirty
Me, early poet
Hell, I don’t know it

Cormorants fly by
Dive and disappear
‘neath Fall foggy skies
Snatch chow

Beaches barren
Save one lone gull
On Stinson spit
And there ain’t no swell

Overhead a rumble
Airplanes they fall fast
Keep an ear, cuz it ain’t clear
Fog’s still in, but it won’t last

A new cormorant sits
The lone gull flits
All wings stretch wide
Then launch into a lofty ride

Right here today on the Bo Bay

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