Leaving the gut, sundered, bright blue high
and piled-on, breeze, tide low
and the bay flat like a stingray belly,
flat like an old man con,
old man lie for your money, old man
lie for your love.
Sharks, and egrets, great wings
of osprey on the green pine shores
stretching a spiny dark across the left.
Gets so calm and free the laughter
from a running dogs on the beach
fall back to the boat a mile away.
Two sting rays flip into a mating play chase
in and off the sandbar off the port.
So small under the big blue sky
and in the palm of the broad bay
could our hearts become, and so large,
when under the charge of such giving weather.
