To Benicia Poem by Michael Walker

We walk along the busy marina,
As flags and sails billow in the wind,
And kites fly in the sandy arena,
So that we forget we ever sinned.

Then, a nearly naked maiden passes,
An apparition of vaulted Venus,
So for a spell we remove our glasses,
So as to be blind, though she has seen us.

The rays of red and white light up the night!
Even here where sunshine gilds the bay,
And fruits like virgin bosoms meet the sight,
So pitbulls guard the mobiles' garlands gay.

O Benicia, you, I serenade,
For you give the Holy Ghost a parade!