looking out from a cliff-path’s shade of sycamore’s salt-browned leaves a blue water day, fly-crawling summer itches waves winking white the slanted sails of single hulls keeled over one catamaran flat to slapping water sails
looking out from a cliff-path’s shade of sycamore’s salt-browned leaves a blue water day, fly-crawling summer itches waves winking white the slanted sails of single hulls keeled over one catamaran flat to slapping water sails upright I keep thinking I see gannets their long white wings smoothing their flight up, over and along the sea’s small valleys
Sam Smith
Sam Smith is editor of The Journal magazine and publisher of Original Plus books. Author of several novels and collections of poetry, he presently lives in Blaengarw, South Wales. http://thesamsmith.webs.com