At the shore

1. Children chasing gulls As if they might ever land Strong wind comes ashore 2.  My boy brings me shells Proof of this wonderful world Grey whorl in his hand 3. Men build sand castles Children catch enormous waves Sand crabs cannot hide 4. Old man boogie boards Salt water in his grey beard Schooling … Continue reading “At the shore”

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1.
Children chasing gulls
As if they might ever land
Strong wind comes ashore
2.
 My boy brings me shells
Proof of this wonderful world
Grey whorl in his hand
3.
Men build sand castles
Children catch enormous waves
Sand crabs cannot hide
4.
Old man boogie boards
Salt water in his grey beard
Schooling the young ones
5.
Next wave is bigger
We wait to ride it to shore
Breakers all around
6.
So much eye candy
Bare chested men body surf
Wash up at my feet
7.
Shoreline erosion
I was here once, years ago
Nothing stays the same
8.
Sunset cruise, dolphins
Jump sleepily off the bow
Surfer Dude patrols
9.
The night takes us in
We can finally exhale
As the summer ends
10.
Watching the boys surf
The waves lift them like small birds
Twittering with joy

 

Eaten by Bear

Watch me finish this Close like nobody’s business Nothing here for me

Watch me finish this
Close like nobody’s business
Nothing here for me

Wishes

I could have chosen The man who covered my eyes When shooting began http:// key words: Amadou Diallo, American Skin, Bruce Springsteen,

I could have chosen
The man who covered my eyes
When shooting began

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key words: Amadou Diallo, American Skin, Bruce Springsteen,

Grounded

I knitted all night Surely strong enough to hold You to the wild earth

I knitted all night
Surely strong enough to hold
You to the wild earth

Dad Retires

He liked my new dress. When he rode the courthouse horse Kai-yai-yippee-yay.

He liked my new dress.
When he rode the courthouse horse
Kai-yai-yippee-yay.

Stress management

Anger rode my shoulder Screeching with its horrid voie While one leg kept time

Anger rode my shoulder
Screeching with its horrid voie
While one leg kept time

Crystal ball

Who knows anything By the dawn’s promising light And the coffee pot

Who knows anything
By the dawn’s promising light
And the coffee pot

Close to the Sun

Maya had it wrong. The caged birds were not singing, Only fighting fate

Maya had it wrong.
The caged birds were not singing,
Only fighting fate