A poem a day in April! This is my 27th poem. Ever. A Notable achievement if I don’t say so myself. (Do you see the prompt there?)
It is a lovely afternoon We promise the dog To go for walk And find ourselves On the docks. The docks A favorite place For a sunny walk On a lovely day. We don't say much Just walk Watch, listen. Listen to the sound Of the water, Breathing in, Breathing out Slap, slap, slapping Gently on the bright sides Of clean white boats That bob with the Waves and Tides In their slips. Fishermen are working, Washing decks, stretching out nets. Preparing, Forever preparing. We listen to seagulls Always seagulls, Now crying, Unhappy that Kona is there. A seal emerges for a Short moment. Glossy, black Her eyes enormous, Wet and dewy. She watches us a bit The slips back, Back into the dark water. We walk along on Bits of broken shell The slight spray of Ocean mist As the wind whips up the water, Spray light On our cheeks Feels refreshing On this warm afternoon. We pass the pub, Reaching out over the harbor. Loud, laughter filled And someone calls out "Hello." Someone waves. Friends who have stopped For a beer and conversation. We wave back and continue along. The dog is not happy When we turn to go back, Truthfully, neither are we. So we make a promise, A promise of another walk On another day.