- by Jon Moore
Kayaks color
Tan beach sands so dry
Seems not long ago
That the tide was high
Broad view this ocean
A big Montana sky
Flat as a pancake
No waves there to ride
Hot beams fry the skin
From my cheek to my teeth
Summer sun deliverin’
It’s a toaster on the beach
One gull yanks
Post-fourth booty
An oyster from it’s shell
A bivalve cutie
Of days of light
Onto shores most fair
A vision so bright
None else can compare
to right here today on the bo bay
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