Mums and pumpkins
lush new berry canes berryless
old dry canes plucked
of starveling blackberries
the gull’s breast white
as massed fair weather clouds
how still a source joy is
piano bopping notes thrown
like gravel under the tenor’s
chesty swagger, afternoon light
equal over all, fading gold
crossed by gull shadow
whose grandparents arrived
in a 1930s hurricane
effortless, instantaneous
agreeable fortune of life