Our drenched dog runs, creating rings in sea,
distant tidal rope stretches across evening bay,
wavelets throw scarves over shoulders, carefree.
wet sand mirrors the pastel sky display,
Through warm pools our bare feet idly walk,
clouded horizons our spectacled eyes enjoy,
sea gulls gather in government and squawk,
accelerating train whirrs like an electric toy.
Summer temperatures will soon down-fall,
suspended then shoeless tide-out trips,
fireside reading will resume, authors call:
different horizons scanned for seagoing ships.