(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.
