Monday Poem

Early Autumn Surf

…… it’s still

the birds have gone 092714-the yard east 01
knowing it’s time

but today is an anomalous summer day
which, breaking protocol,
has oozed into early fall
with temperate trappings
lulling me with spacious softness
and late brilliance,
being the last echo of July,
the final peal of August’s bell
expanding as I surf
down the hump of its luxurious waveform
under the comfort of its breaking curl

by Jim Culleny
9/27/14, 2:45

Photo and poem, shot
and jotted together