Hanging head low.
Such as a bully bull and a retiring bovine would.
Oh, if I could only be…
As lax, as relax can be.
Faults in the pavement…could they be any less obtuse?
Subtracting and murky with no roots to withstand the decay.
Unfortunately, I am not four-legged and constantly at ease with my indifference.
I lack luster amid the earth that surrounds.
In a calf’s eyes from what can be deduced…
Ambivalence, the grandest prize.
If only to witness the reflection of clouds in puddles passing by.
Shelters with forgiveness
Showers with anguish
A drought of daylight dashed with
a flood of color.
Surfacing the surf
synchronized love for one another.
The ebb of ebony waters
caressing the earth’s floor,
Smells of smelt
sea salt and
Surround the days that turns to
Here and their
there is love for everybody.
life sticks to everything it touches.
Oceanside… filmy destinations with sunburn blushes,
And, what is away
Was never meant to stay.
What of charm but a
braided pretzel at sunset.
What of beauty but
long walks we haven’t taken yet.
Water color scenes with
Haggard old town
an a road to a passage of time
that has taken it’s toll.
Weathered and leather-ed down deep in the soul.