Winter comes with wisps of fog
that slip into the gullies
and pour down the thin riverbeds
that lead to Bodega Bay;
“A quaint little drinking town with a fishing problem.”
Crab pots stack atop tiny white boats
with blue trim and Christmas lights drift by.
A captain wearing Santa’s cap and his crew
in reindeer antlers wave as they pass.
Inside Lucas Wharf,
red nosed clowns sip warm cocktails by the hearth.
Friends of the local folk band Stiff Dead Cat
jam for dollars and the occasional free beer.
All the while the ocean slaps ashore and roars.
In sync with the celebration.