Ducks in the shallow end
of calm intertidal,
Suspended garlands of kelp
in watery scoop of sand,
High bumps of cloud~
Morning’s yawn unravels.
A man wrapped in navy terry cloth and slippers
walks the slope of driveway for the paper,
A woman lounging in robe reads on her deck,
Another, in nightgown and raincoat, head bowed, smokes her first cigarette,
A third, barefoot, hops back homeward from the car,
whatever needed gathered in hand.
A feather drops from the sky
on the way home.