An activity for the fit. For the adventuresome. Mediating over the eating of. Not over the wrenching from rock. How do you harvest your poems – land or sea? Air?
Back to meal. Pound abalone thin. Quick sauté. Less is more.
FYI: yesterday was Bev’s birthday.
spent fuel
ReplyDeletethe righteous fissure
of a fantastic eon
all botched and manhandled
not like the hidings in a creek
or rock or seasawn old wreck
not like her getting off a bus
in the middle of rain