Beach Day
I go to the beach in seasons that don’t make sense, that have plenty of parking available and no amenities open for business and no need for lifeguards in tiny red swatches of fabric on duty.
Topic
poetry
Lyrical, metered, painterly words.
I’m falling in love with the rain.
I melt towards you, dreaming The forest in gloppy drops
Post-Smoke Sunday Morning
Instead, the rain patters my ears, the birds talk
Symbiosis: A Day
All this, the bird provides them.
To Bridgette, who already unmatched me,
And rightfully so. I didn’t mean it. Hinge said We were “Most Compatible”. Why?
O, Cassini!
If you tried at once and everwise you would not succeed But for the rings of Saturn a-glisten she sang of such great deeds.
Symbiosis: A Dream
There is no sound but the air.