A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Jensen Beach, April 21 Crowded at the beach today, --on a Monday, no less-- sun building webs of light for pieces of dreams jobs in the offing, world's untreated scars, and ripples of sea like butter knives spreading salt on the sand and on the wounds of people who try to connect with the birds overlapping the sky as if in a drifting trance, studiously ignoring the sad face of the economy. ================ Revised version: Jensen Beach Crowded at the beach today... The sun's building webs of light to add to the drama of sloth, jobs in the offing, and world's untreated scars as ripples like butter knives spread salt on the sand, the wounds of people, and pelicans in a drifting trance, ignoring the sad face of the economy. |