POETRY

Pacific Bay Mission

at SunsetStrangely enough today
both the sky and the bay
water are washed overin shades of orange and creamy
whitesimilar in shade to the clay tiles
of the mission's roof and from the third floor
looking out I can see the sand clear
like crushed glasssparkling beneath the pale palmswhich
provide such little shade that the gulls and terns
cover what cool ground
there is at the end of the baypast
the tall thin sails of the banana
boats cutting through the water
I can see the light grey cliffs
which would blend into the clouds
were it not for the orange stain
which the setting sun has given them
beyond that, the bay cliffs and clouds,
I can see nothing

Michael Kisselburg
Copyright ©2005 Michael Kisselburg

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