Narrows of the Bay

15 Jul

by Deon Lyons

Summer time raises its head over the salt water flats

Buoy bells ring out across the early August morn

A lone seagull cries out from atop the canning factory roof

The day’s first tide marches in through the narrows of the bay


A newspaper delivery boy pedals down through a vacant alley

One lonely car makes its way down to the docks

A church steeple stands tall, waiting for the sun

Scattered clouds skip high across morning’s first light


Marquee lights flicker, then  burn bright at the local corner diner

A man sitting on his lunch pail pulls on his fisherman’s boots

Salty air slowly drifts up through the center of town

One by one, the boat engines come alive


Conversations of current events circle the salted planks

Two dogs scamper and run along the downtown shore

A bread truck comes to a stop behind the local grocery

A fog horn sings out from the watchful harbor light


Two barking seals slide off of the breakwaters edge

A young man on the deck of a boat repairs a lobster trap

A store front awning opens wide and proudly waves hello

A little girl and her mother give daddy a good bye kiss


one by one, the boats leave their wake as they head out to work, ,

A squadron of seagulls escorts the plowing hulls out to sea

A growing quiet settles in upon the emptying docks

One more hot Summer’s day wraps itself around the small, down eastern town

Read Deon’s bio directly following his previous poem/post, “Contrast.”


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