Tuesday, August 11, 2009

For Mike

In the evening,
boats rest in soft sunlight.
Osprey and gulls quiet
their daily complaints
as humanity 
brings its day 
to a close.
The pungent smell of 
gas mixed with oil 
rises from the docks.

I wait for my love.

5 comments:

TACParent said...

You really took me "there." Beautiful imagery.

Dymphna said...

Thanks. Oh, young love!

Kay said...

that is so sweet...so touching...so thought provoking...

S.L. Corsua said...

This takes a special place in my favorites among your poems. It's a beautifully portrayed scene -- the sights, the sounds, even the smell.

Cheers.

Dymphna said...

Thanks, Kay and S.L. The photo was part of a poetry forum's writing prompt. It immediately took me back to the days when my dh and I were young!

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