Fizz Poem by David McLean Mathews

Fizz



The Catalina Flying Boats
Swing low
Catching the sou‘easter
On a right bank
They talk to three fishermen
Doubt in their chins
As they contemplate launching
The sea starting to fizz
A backwash wave
Catches the top of an 8 footer
Iridescent and turquoise
Toffee over head
Heaven on a plate

(Bawley Point,17 May 2014)

Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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