Lunch at Dee Why

March 31, 2009

(Napkin scribblings today while waiting for colleague)

Smell of salt heavy.

Pale green (jade) sea glimpsed

through foaming white.

Hissing sand the hearth to scissoring swells,

Paddling gulls anxious about the foam.

Writing on soft tissue napkin.

Gentle chatter of blue rinse set

under a grey sky

and wave chopped horison backdrop.

Norfolk pine fronds lift and

Fall in horizontal rhythm

cued by an onshore breeze

That brought a mornings fall

Of Seattle rain (but warm) that

Puddles the paths, glitters the grass,

Soddens the shoes and forces lunch inside.

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