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

13692 yards

in the yard
the north air is still
scrubbed out by the ridge
visiting on the tallest pine tops
in the yard
all is quiet
away stray geese talk
and the green flash of 214
silhouettes a step
is all it takes to set
off a cascade of rustles
the grass shifting or other life
indicating their minds
in the yard

the river is wide

from the porch
the water always is flat
and inviting but when its not
its waving anyway
saying don't fall in
stay sitting and indecisive
behind asymmetric binoculars
an ultrablurry quorum
white caps or just seagulls
before the guessing wind
west of the pines

border crossings

on plane old midnight
on a full crimson tank
cruising the white spectrum
throttling down at the slip
we dont tie and its calm
intoxicant tackle stowed
goose through the narrows
and an open wide arc over to the rock