On The Navesink Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

The afternoon light skips across
The ripples of the dark cold water
The brown leaves hold on tight
Waiting for one more autumn storm
To send them on their way
The dream homes are tucked in
Like doll houses whose palatial lawns
Roll down thickly too the docks lining the shore
A boat house light calls out down the river
And a flag unfurls as if to answer
A seagull slowly circles to its perch on a lone piling
Children circle scream and screech
Playing boys against girls hide and seek
A kayaker soaks up the last of the afternoon sun
On the bridge a flag pops with pride
As a young couple seemingly oblivious
Are engulfed only in each other's eyes
I drink in the view like a drunk
From whose precious well I have drunk
As the sun creeps until it finally sinks
Into another autumn day on the Navesink