Peter Galen Massey

with a burst of rain / the cold March wind returns and / it snows white petals

the breeze and the palms / talk softly like old lovers / with new things to say

in the steady air / the frigate birds hang like men / waiting for a bus

in the sky above / the crumbling concrete jetty / clouds build bright castles

the sapphire sea / never throws a single jewel / on the hungry beach

the green sea heaves and / rumbles, falling with a sigh / against the broken rocks