here’s the sound of early waves
here’s the cottage dressed in red paint
the landing near mountains covered in non-snow
so confused, yet embraced by arms of cloud
so safe, lost and back home
simultaneously
half hidden between trees a woman walks her dog, barely able to keep the leash. The weather is clammy, warm and without wind. A homeless man starts drinking, afternoon might start anytime now.
on sunday morning
when light falls through the tree tops
grass becomes like moss