jack rabbit
clouds
clutter
the horizon
line,

runaway
segulls
pepper
the sky,

like so
many
beaked
pirates
in search
of a
meal to
blunder.

can opener
spirits
leave me
weary
and tripping
down
to the
waters
edge

and under
the white
foam
and surf,

between
the sea's
mercy
and lullaby
serenade.

I bury
my thoughts

in you.