enough to bite,
The orange sun has slid below the hills
Just like a coin dropped gently in the pocket.
Graying light fades on my city
In an eerie weekend stillness
Under cotton clouds
And over tranquil bay
Where, now and then, a sea-lions head pops up,
As if admiring views,
While night awaits around the corner
Till the lighthouse lamp has signaled
That the coast is clear.
©2007 by Paul
Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI's Master Clips Collection,
1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA
This poem first posted Oct. 1, 2007.
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