- jon moore
Silent roar
Born off shore
Channel middle
Ends the riddle
Fog a-hang
Bursts of grays
Light a-dance
Through purple haze
Gulls a-sit
On Stinson spit
Lap dance tides
Give kelp a ride
Sounds pound
Soft, not knarly
As blowing winds
‘cross fields of barley
Foam a-fly
Close to the beaches
Sunbeams fire
Melt foam, the beach leeches
Right here today on the Bo Bay
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