Rainy Day Beach

Sandy sand painted grey.

Footprints in sunken relief.

Sculpt a castle in clay.

Its stay ever so brief.

A tempered color is of the day.

Overcast in a Warm Grey dye.

A tepid rain, Nature’s tropic way.

Where shore meets surf

and surf meets sky.

Wind and water buffet

my face and feet.

Solitude as one with the Sea.

I walk in the surf ankle deep.

As my Soul is filled with glee.

Stonewall Beach remains gay,

with tides lo and hi.

All I do this day, is view it

through a poet’s eye.

©TPuma/MMXX

Stonewall Beach

 It’s a cozy niche

where I met my beau.

At Gay Stonewall Beach

on the shores of Pompano.

This geometric sculpt

kissed by sub-tropic waters.

Conceived by Mr. Kulp

for his sons and daughters.

A Gay flag was seen,

to stake a claim.

That this spot would gleam,

with an iconic name.

See you there soon,

with a good vibe.

There is always a happy tune,

sung from tide-to-tide.

©TPuma/MMXX

OMENS(?)

Amid fireworks celebrating

the Fourth of July,

thunderstorms reigned

over the skies.

Streaks of Florida’s lighting

knifed the ground.

Thunder shaking the body

like no Cherry Bomb could.

The heavens in disarray,

as Roman Candles asked

for a reprieve.

Why would the gods

crash our party?

©TPuma-7/4/2020

H6-20b

In the theatre
of my mind,
only the Ghost-light
is lit.

H6-20-a

The Sub-Tropic rain
beats a somnolent
melody on the Porte-cochere.

Q-Time

Butterflies flitting around
the drooping fronds of a Palm tree.
(Mating season?)

Ducks skirting on the mirrored lake:
They fly, they walk, they swim.
(Amazing)

The resident murder of Crows
are jubilant as ever.
(Survivors)

Lake low. (Drought)
Energy low. (Bored)
Virus, viral, vulnerable. (Vita)

Alone on the Lanai
basking in the sun.
(Heat-good?)

Shuttered neighborhood.
(Shut-ins)

Waves of days mark,
“The Class of 1960.”

©TP/MMXX