Neil G. Greenefrom Homage To Rider
Whitecaps are gull souls' earthward flashbacks.
Can you blame ‘em for dropping back in?
The wind is fierce, all is scattered and ruffled today
-don’t even need to flap your wings to fly.
Bio:
The above poem is an excerpt from Part V of Neil G. Greene’s epic poem Homage To Rider. The poem’s completed parts can be read at www.surfpulse.com. Neil writes about life on and around the ocean in San Francisco.
