- Two Harbors, Catalina
Across the rolling bluffs that hedge around
The bays, where yellow flowers fleck the grass,
An isthmus separates two harbor coves,
Pacific breezes wander through the pass.
Each morning, mist and clouds move up the hills
Until midday; then, sunrays clear the view
And warm the kelp where small Bocaccio swim,
while gulls sweep over hills into the blue.
The sailboat masts, like fingers, dot the scene;
Beneath the clouds they bob without a sound,
Their colored awnings folded up and stored
Until the chill of nightfall comes around.
I find a vacant hammock near a palm,
Caress a sarsaparilla in my hand,
Then dream about the fish at Harbor Reefs,
And dig my bare feet in the summer sand.
