Bay Morning- Revised

A lone gleaming star,
Wakes the rising sun.
Red dawns glare,
Floods horizons sky.

On the dock,

We look to the east.
Through sable palm,
and banana leaf.

Brackish waters whisper

to barnacle crusted pillars.

Mangrove roots protect

Greenbacks on the run.
All but few escape,
A thrashing beast moves on.

The sand pines sing

Notes of the trade winds.
The snook now full,
a bay morning begins.