Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The foghorn warning cries
I know the weather before I open my eyes
water drips under the cypress trees
wetting the ground where I walk on my knees.


  1. Ooh I love this. You're a poet and I didn't know it! (No, I knew it) I had a dream last night you and I were grocery shopping together. I kept wanting to keep our purchases small but you kept loading the cart with fruit, cakes, extravagant loaves of bread for all our friends. And I thought, why not? Why not be plentiful.