Friday, July 27, 2012


Tourist Town

The pizza house man 
plants his open flag. 
Soon he'll feed hungry
tourists searching for that
experience to tell their
friends about or recall
together in a warm moment.
(Remember honey?)
That's what we've all
come in search of--
a pleasant memory,
the feeling of away, 
with a parking place.
We hunt it down
while the swans 
bob on the bay
with nowhere to go,
not even moving
with the chop.

Sea Glass

surf pounded jewels
tumbled and
journey clouded
broken and rounded
beautiful debris

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