The Foster City Investigations
A Poetic Account Of A Peninsula Community
Mel C. Thompson
Copyright © 2003 Mel C. Thompson
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Laguna vista Park
Blooming iceplants roll out,
forming the island border.
This unguarded check point
is passable by foot-bridge.
Port Royal @ Jamaica
Someone's water skiing
five miles inland, past
reclusive intellectuals
reading the Rig Veda.
Hydra @ Celestial
A bicyclist or two
may wink or stop,
smile or glower,
then pedal away.
Harbortown Walkway
Athletic kayakers,
mellow canoers,
couples in skiffs
paddling to dinner.
Shoreline Park
The dried clay pickleweed
crunches below my feet.
Parachutes are winging
through chaotic currents.
Little Coyote Point
The waters are stirring,
frothing with cloudy mud,
vague, yet unrelenting.
I remain uninformed.
Leo J. Ryan Memorial Park — Part 1
The landscape of the soul:
a Zen/bonsai thing?
an alpine arrangement?
Vienna in Santa Clara?
Killdeer Park
The Zen sandbox.
The Zen loneliness.
Breezes curl above
a concrete porpoise.
Shad park
Necessary elements to establish
guilt beyond a reasonable doubt:
motive, capacity, opportunity,
the coveting of coffee cakes.
Marlin Park
We leap the shallow water.
The sandy beach is empty.
A girl on training wheels
weeps at her first bike.
Sunfish Park
I swim near the bottom
below the green court
in a basketball ocean —
my eyes full of sand.
Booth Bay Park
Kids whir by on scooters,
burning through vast fields.
We slowly pull ourselves
over the Sahara of age.
Arcturus Park — Part 2
The circle and semi-circle
form the islands foundation.
Foster City is a discus
sailing into the future.