Drizzle Rain

A trip of plovers paused wading in the wet sand of an ebb tide each one after another across the sloping beach stopped and pecked and ran on. Up on 101 a swarm of workers on a wet sidewalk in winter huddled at the bus stop waiting and each one hopped aboard and nipped and […]


when cold time frost slips cross moon & sun snivels buff’s hug mist yr fingers & toes fixed to warm grass high above buttered beach swells swirled since our first buss this dovetail tally recalls slips & falls shorts & talls sols wherewithal counterclockwise tetherball pole wrap round & round we