by the colacolored waves
whispering their swaying sounds
sun this sunday early lays
’pon its waterbed o’ clouds
blanketing these cooing gales
mintsweet firs to kill the chills
counting ships those reekcreep snails
sail its walls o’ frosty hills
days descend like paper sheets
yellowing synced with leaves whose trees
shiver black with tea & seas
as the light falls
splashing its last burst ’cross the neighborhood
before dimming to sleep
& letting a calm chill take o’er
atop the rocks
gazing o’er the fence
@ the highway still being built
expression inscrutable
mouth iron rigid
under the sunset’s final glow
like a spotlight on the last encore
bright yellow on bright yellow —
the taciturn fire hydrant