a black boy in a blue hood
is walking backwards
Black crows and white gulls
stand on a white-streaked railingand stare at the waves
Morning fishermen
ganged on a damp patch of sand—shadows in the mist
*
An insistent bird
through the lush trees by the deck—we sip black coffee
A lake of grey rocks—
copper pheasants and stone catsgathered at its edge
Summer darkness falls—
fireflies rise over our headswhile we drink red wine
*
A mist in the east—
here a gang of hungry birdsstabbing at dry grass
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i dig that misty morning beach, man, and that insistent bird also in particular. those two are tight (but not too tight) infinitely complete. thanking yow. today i youtubed the track list for romance and whimsy. i think i got 'em all too. as you were.
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