Horseshoe Bay
by Darren Anderson
A mass of locals and tourists,
red cheeked from the Pacific breeze,
scuttle to the terminal.
Grey spotted seagulls
greedily gulp down
bits of broken ice cream cone
as a twentieth century bard
casts a spell with his tin whistle,
weaving an ancient wind
into modern nature.
Rhythmic tides
green with churned kelp,
slaps the barnacle infested dock
as a returning faerie unloads
an accumulation of man and machine,
and prepares to cart
an endless stream of color
across the salty passage.
Darren Anderson
wants you all aboard.