Monterey quality in her speech.
She tells me to take break from
Writing. Live, instead. Just for a
Couple hours. The project’s not
Going anywhere.

Need beach. More wave, floral spray–
Nothing happening. Guess I should
Walk away. Bothy ears, taped
To scene. It has to stay, though.
Or I’ll be in block. Too many thorn types.

A little shaken. But I’m stirring in another
Approach. Clear throat, recite write.
So I can run right. But I’m stationed,
By small pool, two mallards, hostile goose. I
Thought they were meant to be stage ingredient,
Not defense appendage.
I’m just a sandy castle kid …

12/18/12