South West Wiles
That uninspired land breeze
only blows the wonderful
blue-white air of the bay
back out to the sparkles.
Here we sit and smell
our neighbor's barbecue
his holy cow, the stench
of his industry at low tide,
the frying sounds of insects
caught in his arc-blue zapper,
and here come all his mosquitoes
and now the pesticides.
Feel that up-river presence,
games and music of the soaps
grinding across the backwater,
or noisy children packing
to leave begrudging behind.
Some guy in a speeding boat
goes by as he buffets the waves
while other exotic sounds
far beyond my hearing
like the south west wiles
push everything out to the bay
that only shimmers vaguely
jeweled behind a glass,
that only blows the wonderful
blue-white air of the bay
back out to the sparkles.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2010