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Thursday, June 25, 2015

the beach

Here in Virginia the daily ninety plus temperatures have me longing for the beach or at the very least a pool.  Since neither are accessible just yet I decided to reminisce and write a poem.  

Jersey Beach

A hot day at the beach
scours the brain clean 
of everything 
but the anticipation
of the icy, cold ocean.
Entering the water
is like a game of double dutch,
catching a break between the waves
to rush in.

Back on the beach I lie
one ear to the ground and listen.
The depths of sand, grain on dark grain,
is a sound chamber vibrating
with every footstep above.

A seagull arcs overhead
a brief shadow across my eye.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

thermopolis, wyoming

No Rosetta Stone

In Wyoming 
honey color rock
softened and weathered
round and cracked,
in places has shattered loose
into a seam of dark umber.
Rock tools chip through
to the honey and
petroglyphs dance across the rock face 
as lively as a child's drawing;
animals, people, spirits  mingle.
We look for the code,
trying to read the pictures,
stepping carefully,
watching for snakes.