this bay-skied easel works
pastels off the frame, to a
baby's palette off the face
of the earth.
as a cooling breeze birds--
with the moving images
of birds not necessarily
in flight.
or in view just now.
the seagrass loosens the
tide as antennas in reception,
picking up on the shadowed
cavities of distant trees
whitening birds
trying to come in.
the smell of sea salt heavy
as a sacrificial animal, trailed
by imploding senses.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
this bay-skied easel works
pastels off the frame, to a
baby's palette off the face
of the earth.
as a cooling breeze birds--
with the moving images
of birds not necessarily
in flight.
or in view just now.
the seagrass loosens the
tide as antennas in reception,
picking up on the shadowed
cavities of distant trees
whitening birds
trying to come in.
the smell of sea salt heavy
as a sacrificial animal, trailed
by imploding senses.
