- By Jon Moore
Fogust has arrived
She’s a hangin’ low
Feathering the canyons
Evaporating slow
A surfer
And a fishing boat
Bob about
Both afloat
In the center
Lagoon toward Stinson
Huddle maybe fifty
Big fat pelicans
Kids out early
Beach bound crowd
Cormorants dive
Without a sound
Being and nothing
At the coast
Pen some poems
Toast some toast
Right here today on the Bo Bay
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