Brown arms and white chest
Thoughts fleeting like footsteps in the sand
Morro Bay in fall
Red leaf dusk streets
White topped rock
Cawing harbour evening
Sitting staring out to sea
Pacific blowing salt inland
Waves rising mightily
And crashing deafeningly
Again and again
And again
Jellyfish washed up
Sharks prowling under piers
Dolphins bouncing around
If you can see it all.
I can’t.
Trading strawberries for grapes
And two peaches
At the market
On Main Street,
Looking down at the masts
And hulls and eating pecans
And blueberry granola.
So fucking sweet.
Sunset packing into 1952 Chevy
A pleasure for peaches
Picking for plums
Fruit give-away,
Gather ye round!
Two bucks for strawberries
Two bucks a pound for heirloom tomatoes
A buck a piece a bunch o’ beets
A buck pound o’ pumpkin
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