Another Summer Season Has Ended
Mooring buoys
bob on the surface
like balloons
discarded after a party.
The sea stretches
beyond the haze of the horizon
into infinity,
it’s millpond stillness
rippled
only by a ferry
gliding silently
into another world.
Waivering reflections
on the water
endorse the isolation
of the island.
Another summer season has ended.