Sometimes the grain is simply wrong
On every stroke
The spokeshave catches
Life Hangs On
This is what life does: it battles to hang on. It doesn’t say “I've had enough, let’s call it a day.”
East Head
A lark
Above the dunes,
a torrent of notes on the seaward wind.
Rogue Waves
The sign says:
“Rogue waves can
Appear with no warning.
Never turn your back
On the ocean!”
I remember a seder. My first Passover. Watching the full moon out the car window as we drove from Ann Arbor to her home in Flint.
Somewhere in China, or more likely New Jersey, there are printing presses churning out miles of enigmatic ticker tape reading “An admirer is hiding his/her affection from you,” and “Simplicity and clarity should be the theme in your dress,” and “Your ability to accomplish tasks will follow with success.”