HERE AT THE RIVER

Here at the Charles river
my orange kayak lands
on the sponge of waves
by the sunny luminous shore
anchored on the Evergreen tree
where my rubbed out initials
were written when I was five
is still to be seen by the pond
of the almond salamanders
as twigs fall by crimson leaves
the sea breeze embraces us
through the October wind
as I play a thousand riffs
with my notes of smooth jazz
making nature alive
as I relax on the sand.