By the grasses grey scrub to the waters mud gash
cloaking mallards in shadowed brown somnabulance

Bustling closely in homage to the cypress nude streaks
before gulls watchful guard in their common distrust

Rippling green into brown into carbon steel blue
shining white in the temper of crabbers broad skiffs

Under cottages nestled into burgeoning pines
tapered onward through forests of needle thin masts

Where the carillons toll bouys faithful observance
while the magpie hurls jeers as a blasphemed rejoiner

Pressed close into place under bleached white blue china
wisping tissues of smoke accross unblemished polish

Through the salt of the season where the sourness sweetens
to the solitude walking past unending measure