PM Draper Vero Beach (Romana Tarlamis)
Nocturne’s orb of harvest
setting in the western sky--
backdropped by September,
showcased spirit of the morning-night.
The river below, flows blue-quiet.
Dolphins break the surface
near the spoil island, pelicans fly-by.
Channel markers blink
in the rise of dawn
a whiff of citrus in the breeze.
I bike down the bridge, just as I please,
twenty-five miles an hour
feels like flying--
and I’m a kid again, on that other bridge
when all I had was time
what the Corn Moon did.