Blue Shallows Poem by Mason Maestro

As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind down behind
A palm tree on this outpost isle
Coconuts break
with a blade in the hand
Ridin' the laps
In the wake of a few white caps

Sleepin' alone in the
Drone of my hammock
Scratched by the sand
By the brush of a hand
Deep in my dreams
The palms sway as they deem
Moving backward and skyward again

The skipper, the sea
The thorns of coral reefs
The gentle rain moves
Leafy thatched roofs
With no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne
With a glass and an old harpoon

Sooner than wait for
A break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung
Thoughts together
Breaking away
From this archipelago
Won't be an easy feat to go