Low Tide.
Breeze smells like seaweed
Sand & salted egg
Across the bay
Swimmers’ voices carry
Melted in seagulls‘ song
Gulls screech in harmony
Along with aircraft’s skyward hum
Soon the breeze is all that’s left
I stand where low tide
Reaches distant shores
Walk over pebbles & seaweed
A woman comes to collect
She feeds her garden
Instead of egg shells & fish bones
Bags of dried seaweed
Before high tide takes it back
Crayolas
Wind blows blue
Ripples in the pool
Like a new sweet thing
On pink & white animal cookies
Colours call to me in reverie
Ice cold beer blushes my face
Eyes burn red in a chlorinated breeze
My inner fish swallowing air
Goes under
A blanket surrounds
Beneath an aquatic sunset
Meshed with pink & white roses
Outside the lines and grandfathered in
From half a century ago
A floating bird
What Are Ya Gonna Do?
Creation’s creatures
Fruit flies & jelly fish twin designs
Built like humans
Mouth to bowel
Arid winds bluster bold
Ride me home with
Leon Russell singing
this song for you
And I take it
Like an ogre
Grotesque in my mind
Singing like the Seraphim
Dancing like a bull
Light on my feet
With a sway
My talents unclaimed
Standing in the ocean
Waves & wind dripping
Down my face
In sheer gratitude for solitude
Summer sizzled before
Marine layer made moss
Mild enough to brush away
Yet the taste lingered
Children learned rhymes
Changing a line here & there
To fit the times
Eenie meenie mineee mo
Lit a match
To a snail
Schizophrenia lurked in
Tart grapes budding on the vine
We ate them anyway
Letting go of guilt
Every time we reach for dopamine
Over any good reason
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