So many miles of coastline,
of rocky coves and outcrops.
Where none can see a straight line,
and water sloshes and slops.
Oh, might one miss a mermaid
hidden among the inlets,
so snug in stone palisade -
a lair of shells and torn nets?
If you say that you've seen one,
I'll not call you a faker.
I rather think it's great fun
to flirt with claims, wiseacre.
barren trees say Fall, but the verdant undergrowth says Spring.
packed as Giverny,
water lilies overtake
a sprawling pond.
lush tall grass waves in the breeze, preceding the day's spring rains
eucalyptus trees,
trunks raw and naked,
shade the park lane.
clouds scrape hill. will rain be tickled out as clouds pass over?
a black cloud crawls through a blue sky on a bright Fall day.
Oh, I've been in that dream:
door upon door to nowhere,
inexplicable nudity,
elements that seem fine
from a distance, but -
from up close - make no sense.
And then I saw the creature at her feet,
and knew I'd never been in that dream.
I can't fathom the genetic cocktail
that would need to be cooked up
to create such a monstrous pet.
And then it hit me that the winged badger-mutt
is not nearly the most disturbing aspect...
What are they looking at?
saltwater waves batter a lush Mangrove on a rocky shore.
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