A Sunny Day on the
Bay
the sun
sparkles across the bay fireflies on the blue
a gentle breeze
moves the garden chimes the gulls cry aloud
i see them they
see me they swoop
to grab another
piece of fish i offer they believe i will always be here
standing on the
ramp holding the pieces of fish high up i call to them
like drones they
turn make their way to me
others join their
need and mine match i chop up the fish
and hike to the
pier their belief is not law for i am already gone
you are gone too my
home in the desert no longer by the bay
i wonder i
remember them do they remember me
February 8, 2016
2 comments:
Nice to spend a sunny day like that
Have a good week
Much love...
This took me back to the old general store I once owned, in the 70's on the ocean. We had a seagull called Charlie who came every mealtime to sit on a crate outside and wait for table scraps. After the store burned down, I wondered what happened to him. No more free meals.
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