SEA DUSK
 

     Silver arrows pierce the heart
     of the rising Moon
     as she lays her ivory breast
     upon the ocean waves
     to caress the flying-fish.

     Birds, marble white,
     plummet headlong
     through endless
     wine-colored skies.

     The Day's severed head
     rolls crimson
     over
     the ice-green sea.

     Gulls,
     seeking only
     the wind,
     fly on.
 

     Bud Evans (c) 2000