Coney island caw

Ron Sharpe

Out of the summer city 
on a rainbow train
thru the skirls and keening
of the underground
to reveries
of wave and sky.

Cabals of light
fugitive from a scorched sky
trace the whiteness
of a woman's cowl.

Children’s cries
unbound and feral
challenge the gulls’ caws
for the favor of the wind.

Waves whisper
that the sea extends
in the salt air salt tear
salt water sorrow
of a summer sung.