mai

piano strings
at night ring
a puzzle of midge
wings and brilliant cascades
of water things
dimensionless constants as harbringers
to summer bee stings
glossy putter pings
and the virtue of bilge
water pump tinkering

gars delight

gar sees the stars
twinkling and stretching
the red mars flowers and wanders
wobbling behind the blood fog
moon stain on a satin may night
river breath graces more than a fish

bowfin sins

bowfin swims again and again
aghast at the haunts
times past when river grass
flowered and passed
the remains mud hash
algae green acid paths
the bottom rotten to the last

cake at 8

every chocolate cake needs teeth
and silver spoons
brilliant metals combine with volatiles
organic molecules and porcelain platters
do the satisfactory work
behind the precursor to front page reviews
big bites slowly chewed
slowing time on the meridian tongue
avenue down the pipe to press
in such periodicals as culinary introspectives
require thoughtful digestions

monday through tuesday

calms down the water
blow wind blow
goose on chop
feathers atop skulling
wings the cormorant
swims pleasant things

ripe in a paper bag

an apple collapsed
in upon the core
sauce is the pulp for
poison seeds at center lie theology
teaches about bitter
dividends the promise of fruit
that does not fall
far from the tree
unless loaded on flatbed trucks
and driven west to east
the garden of heathen

roe

seafleas remind me
of sunbrimmed leafs
red lizards and sandpipers feets
skittering foam licks castles
definite shapes claimed
can't cheat the indefinite ocean  game

c shores

crabs dig out
clamber up and
creep sideways along
crushed shells and rock
commonly called sand

vero

the solo pelikan
joined by three
and the land breeze
blowing out the palmetto sea

sun to a p

a trove of pelikan
sliver brown above sand green sea
skimming through troughs scanning waves
looking out for number nine
bill slightly turned up for the thought
ekranoplan aloft
nimitz afloat
the definition of salty sun to a p

most if not all

most of the time
I have half a mind
to grin and bear
turning my other ear
pretending not to hear

mid april

here the land adheres
to souls and their steady
tread around the year
filling in holes
with the proper weight
distribution of rocks and clay
picked up atop and turned
out of sight