the port

it is where I live...the river dolphins are famous south of the equator

the smell of sea

and frangipani

my unique river

has a night life

few would believe

a blanket down

with breeze

that tussles hair

like hands

across a scalp

a rod and bait

a cheapish Cabernet

my boom box tuned

to triple j

as nearby

dolphin pod herd

school of fish

for feed and

where water dapples

to reflection

of moon

and universe 

Reviews

[emmah]

- and how nature moves the true poet!!! - there is no comparable entity - nothing that comes close - to the magic of his creation - and how do i ever thank you - for letting me be - as these everyday miracles come to life!!! the red skies, the handful of stars and the speck of a moon - join me - as i say - this is mesmerizing!!!

[...]

. the gods must truly be crazy ... and how overwhelming to hang out with their exquisite creations ... gorgeous all the way ... what an ode to true beauty ...

[Fleur-de-lys]

Peaceful; that's how I felt after reading this poem...must be a beautiful place.

[Emily B]

oh, oh . . . this one should not be sitting here relatively unnoticed. Perfect and beautiful, the sort of words I want to gather up and take with me when I head out for adventure . . .

I'm not surprised at all that ed already found his way here :)

[Ed Hart]

i don't envy much...but i long for that, again