Invasion

A strange bird decks the trees
with streamers of fluent music new to me.
I always expect the south to visit,
these warming days.
Maybe this is just a prelude to macaws.

May 29 2020

Seeing the Sun Rise

The somnolent ocean rides with us
on our right, a vast plain, a waiting place
for what she wants to see:
the ponderous bulk floating silently up
from behind the curve to breach, red in a salmon sky.
She has her yogurt, granola bars, and water bottle.
Now to our left, the ocean still lies felt, not seen,
behind a beach house fortified,
with no apparent stairs.
She puts up her mask and disappears.
Did you get in okay?
Yes
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I drive home and dive deep
back into my bed.

May 23 2020

Feral

Sometimes memory comes at you like a dog
that bites you bloody, instantly.
You had it leashed but it turned,
and now you’re looking for bandages.
Throw it outside and lock the door,
but it's too old to learn its lesson.

May 4 2020