SEEKING SOLITUDE
The Hawk Beach 7:55pm
I had just started to write
The Guzzle is at Its deepest
when the incoming tide
churns its way toward Me
along the far edge
caught in the evening light
like a mini Grand Canyon —
then I heard a BUZZ —
a giant flying insect?
I looked overhead and guessed
I was being spied upon
by My First Ever Drone!