Just Outside

Far from the fumes, our

polluted illusion in

clear resolution.

~

A distant hum outlines the

silence. The falling sea settles in

oily currents by the rocks.

~

A large gull slowly flaps above the

channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing

sofly, drifting backward on the tide.

~

A caterpillar crawls in

the hot white sand. A magical bird

flutters in shimmering light.

~

Black smoke joins a brown

band staining the horizon,

car engines straining.

Big Triku ‘Wave Period’

Leaves whirled fast, scraping

in receding currents, to

gather by the oak.

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The world was such a wonder.

I doubt I thought how small I was, nor

of my life beyond the fence.

~

Puddles freeze. Clear ice

is cracked, chipped, then pressed opaque

by new probing toes.