Dusk at Little Harbor
This time nothing is looking for love
Among the barn, old house,
the story poles and ropes.
Boats, boats no sea air
Drizzle accelerate the dark.
There is also an eagle flaps
Alluding to the somber,
swish-day run swim
Persuasion will find the base.
Not moving
And now sleep lost ground and water waves
No longer. I own.
Walk
Along the peninsula, still stuffy hope
Once arrived at the end and all good-bye
Of the four beaches, mellow finish to her with folded arms
To the friends ... ... ... ....
