I sing of a sunny Friday, first
Of September's thirty days:
Elena and Thomas on Atwater Beach
Ankle-deep in the waves.

Water and sky were vastly blue
Without a taint of haze,
And seagulls roamed the jetty as
A lone boat sailed the waves.

I sing of poets, heads full of rhyme
(And one with a glorious braid!),
Taking each other's Insta-pic
In Michigan's shallowest waves.

Beach-blanket lunch under a tree,
Sprawl of sheltering shade:
Some gracious light smiled on the pair

Blessed and caressed by the waves!

An hour or so at the Great Lake's fringe,
An hour of dapple and daze,
An hour where friends' eyes found delight
In the scroll and curl of the waves ---

And all too soon, goodbye to the blue,
So long to the dream-deep gaze,
Until we meet again to the lake
With its cool sand-sweeping waves.