A DAY ON THE CAPE

Waves,
seaweed, castles
on the sand dunes
by a gazebo
the sunshine
clears in our silence
near the kayaks
and kiosk
becoming bands
of music
from our sax lips
violin fingers
heated hands
interwoven knots
and kept notes
on a sailor's web
of an insider's log
our eye shadows
the open earth
as an advancing wind
on forces of nature
makes us sing
from forgotten words
a childhood French tune
around the trees
veiled by spiders
bees and June bugs
in the mirror of waters.