The waves come in optimism, two seagulls mimic nonchalantly & one swoops down, then upwards floating – it’s sea – the air Off the sad horizon a jagged long stretch of mountain leisurely boasting, “it is, I, you’ve no doubt heard of, the California Coast.” People stroll by in twos, & proud Palm trees, wide
It was rough. Carlos pumping iron A helicopter putters by, then Birds chirp Someone is near the bushes turning on an antennae t.v… off & on every few minutes letting the fuzzy noise (& only the fuzzy noise) emanate A child squeals & calls out – Carlos! – Carlos barks. More sounds of birds &
A million shades of bland ripe perfection succulent to the ______cornea, ebullient polychromatic shape festivals parading back n forth through the mirrors never in focus bits of desire that burn in the fire.
