TIBURON


I walk barefoot
On the hillside
The grass brown From summers heat
Laughter in the distance
My brother and sisters
I'm alone
Looking across the bay
The fog rolling in over the mountains
A blanket of whispers
The Bridge red and strong
A ship wanders beneath
What foreign lands has it seen
The water calm
A breeze blows through
The golden land
Poppies in bloom
Jasmine rubs up against my leg
Fur soft as she nuzzles
Wanting to be held
The clouds take on life
As I bend my head back
I see a great man
Look down on me
A winged horse in full flight
The fog begins to creep
Into the bay
I turn and run
Everyone gathers
For the softball game
Another summer day


Michael V Hechtman