Newport Bay, California
Golden flecks dance in the air,
fusing spray and heavy mist;
blondish strands, the sun has kissed,
weave and curl through my damp hair.
Lido Isle is calm and still.
In my ketch, on the low tide,
over channel waves I glide,
feeling morning’s nippy chill.
Let the gulls above me scream
at large boats with fishing gear,
while I slip out past the pier--
Newport Bay, my weekend dream.
