teeter, otter, looking at clouds slither away
from bay. envy, from this patio, dancing
with this ale.
he’s talking to me,
should be working, but i’m taking a minute,
more than likely 10,
to just sit, study wave chords. much more
pleasing than my neighbor’s practicing,
order another one.
sun, lecturing, for the moment.
class over in under hour curtain,
still wind somehow shoving napkin
onto lap, getting gull’s
attention. i have nothing, i
tell it. but it’s on a mission,
for its further. new song.
larger, with steep staccato.
life worth two or3 sips more. shore.