Pacific Grove

Agate and stone blue
Pinch vision ‘tween pine
The bay of Monterey
Ignites in blue.

The sun stilted forward
Ten more milligrams
Arced like a dun fable.
Invisible glass on the surface

Breaks in the slop of surf.
Twill pants of the fish folk soaked.
Tangled bird lines.
Mackerel silver skinned knuckles.

Wharf boards woofing with
Sea dogs, lions salty with
Dog’s whiskers, eyes, smiles.
They ache for a taste of it.

Acacia saffron yellow
May pollinate the roiling surf.
Pinch vision ‘tween cloud
Snow today licked Fremont’s peak.