Duty Beckons

Standing upon the grateful fringe of stated glory,
Obligation focus leads through doors of the sea,
Harbor blooms a frenzied blur of calm water
Pier guards white sand sunburned future.

Anxious moments track slowly along ascent,
Circles of grasping fingers leave ridges deep,
Respites draft gazes of vacant fruited sleep,
Harried fowl gestures comic salient bent.

Gifted lamp reveals an intense affair dark,
Rounded carton evolves slanted park,
Justice drains steely frightened eagle flown,
Duty beckons stingy finger sheltered stone.

Robert Dodson
June 9, 2009