Think upon the seals’ barkingOnly then will you see themSharing their magic…The cool of the fog,The foam from a waveCoffee in a cup. Old-school arcadeTicket from a master psychic in a booth,Walking, talking, and smiling…Driving, feeling, all togetherTunnels and dark canyons. The Mermaids are singingThe universe is glowing…The marina is fullHalloween flagsAnd gibbous moon.