The bay is green today like grassland a spring day
moments before it´s invaded by cattle and cowboys
with six shooters full of dust.
Yesterday a tsunami struck filled houses with icy
water, to day shopping is free you can buy whatever
you desire but Persian carpets are water damaged.
Angry water is brown as a horde of stampede cattle
unthinking just moving forward unaware of death
and its own impending destruction.
Friendly and soft the bay is today, like a milk carton
cow painted green to better be seen on supermarkets
shelves that also have blueberry yogurt on display.
A, this inlet forever trying to be apart from the sea,
yet cannot stop a storm from spitting foam.
