observances

shore is rocks
green slime dried
hard brown crust
spools of eel grass thrown up
bullfrog waiting on us
to say something filled with meaning
a moment of lucid advice
a frog may use

at the wall minks
track sand into the cribs
grit to rub black grease off of hands
stop and stand with twenty pounds
hot rocks bring the sun to necks
fingers feel the center of the earth
pressure and heat waste no time
an organization of different kinds
reworked into stacks kinda tall as man