Wave Running

Slapping waves, and
Scent of
Oily smoke
Bubbled through
Rippling fresh waves

World rocks, as
Cool water
Twists and pushes
Boat’s bow
And stern

Laughing companions
Point and chatter
At sights and wet sounds
Of Lake’s
Diamond studded waves

Shining sunlight
Burns glad
Red patterns on
warm pink
Flesh

Talk dies away to
Be replaced by
Lapping waves
And far off buzz of
Motors

Waves crossing and
Crissing  in
Complex patterns
Intricate
Dance

Sun-baked finish
Glowing red,
Warm flesh
A Happy
Reminder


Ken Goree