A poem to celebrate the summer. Gerard Drive is not far from Art House and bicycles are always available to our guests.
GERARD DRIVE BIKE RIDE
The gulls, dining on seafood,
litter my path—
fragments of shells,
clams,
whelk,
an occasional
crab leg
the road a banquet table
and I an uninvited guest
on my bicycle.
They scatter as I approach.
Some fly, grip their booty in their beaks
as if it were the last supper.
The braver ones
skew their tiny bobbing heads,
look at me, offended,
drop their hard-won hapless bit of meat
and saunter off.