Jays
are back
blue & flashy & loud
arguing
with ravens
all around town.The beach
is littered with glass
sharp-edged
stones, broken
crockery
shells, rain
from a slate
sky.Today I nearly swallowed
a lady bug.
It was harsh
& pungent
a bitter
taste on my tongue.I walked
to the end
of the road, dogs
geese
the sea
a garden of huge cabbages, gulls
crying
on the water.I came home wet and steaming.
An old, most unseasonable, poem; for a most unseasonable day. It has been so warm here that the goldfish are waking.
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