Coos Bay Oregon
The smell
of the ocean tickles your nose.
The view
across the gray ocean-endless.
The
little town is quaint with trees growing
everywhere.
The logs in the paper mill pond
are a
jumble, jammed in at odd angles.
The drive
all along the shoreline is green and
somber.
Stands of pine obscure your view.
There in
a protected cove is a small island
laden
with sea lions.
They bark
and there raspy, rancorous voices
assult
your ears. They were a loquacious lot.
They bask
in the sun and frolick. Across the
cove is
an old lighthouse standing defiantly
against
that sea breezes.
Outside
the cove the breakers crash against
the rocky
shore. The eternal battle between
rock and
wave has existed for eons of time.
Mike
Berger is an MFA, PhD. He writes poetry and short stories full time
He has been writing poetry for less than four
years. His work appear in seventy-one journals. He has published two books of
short stories and eight poetry chapbooks .The winner of several poetry
contests, he has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He is a member of The
Academy of American Poets.
