With one crow cawing
And the gulls all circling,
A lone eagle up high
Gliding, lurking,
The clock had stopped
At six forty-five,
A last cappuccino
At ten forty-five,
And that’s how
Dockside,
Ended.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:45 AM March 31, 2015