one more july

a template for a month
should be generic enough
to accommodate us all
from spider to moth

july is a top pick
corn going knee high
to mazeland under green bridges
and blue skies the birds fly
from eggshells to separate wills
warm rains and cool spells
nights spent well lit
lightning bugs sum it up and down
occult blinking about life in july

rates of change measured in lifetimes of the gull

the chaos of gulls
partially offset by elevation
suns rays tip the balance
from white to a dream
the dispersion arrhenius
as much as arbitrary
inland to breakwater to bay
much more graceful in a way
than the goose frantic in v

honed edges over some

the pitch of a bridge
something exquisite
half lived limbs
extend constituent
buried once
to then fluoresce
atropos again

shore breeze

rough above granite bluffs
poured thirty feet deep
seagulls spray up and up
white on haze
knife sharp gaze

metamorphosis

ho, its just a seagull
is like saying
hark, its just a bullmarket

erosives

the devil is the dirt
the wide skirt dark
a tan on the blue
permeable rocks
float on the top, sopping
in the terminable dew