Basking Male
Dirty with sweat, tar and dust
I stink happily, lazily -
Uncaring in evenings tired glow -
Tomorrow can wait another day.
The tools are hung in their place.
I crack a cold one and bask
Enjoying the sun and the gannets
Dive Bombing far out in the bay.
I shall not be removed from here.
The rocks are comfy and sun warmed.
The surration of the lapping tide
Lulls me and bids me to laze.
This is my time �?at one �?at peace
I am at home only to myself
And the soothing of the waves.
The gulls cry, over and over
And�?I do not care.
The roof shall weather winter.
Go away!
Or pull up a rock
And join me.
Copyright, Gordon A. MacIntyre, Dec 08
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