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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 29

Del Monte Beach

Silently, I ramble to rocking gray ocean
where squid trawlers drag steel jigs
through clotted schools of tentacled silver.

Overhead, stoic pelicans, circled by gulls,
observe squirming carnage,
swoop in for fishy spoils,
skim above orange paint brush,
pink sand verbena.

Wordlessly, I savor salt breeze,
sanctuary bay, this holy meditation
upon soul-piercing beauty.

Inhaling white sage perfume,
I admire steepled masts, barking harbor seals,
drifting scarlet kayaks.

  Jennifer Lagier