Monterey

teeter, otter, looking at clouds slither away

from bay.  envy, from this patio, dancing

with this ale.

he’s talking to me,

i think.

i wish.

should be working, but i’m taking a minute,

or two,

or four,

more than likely 10,

to just sit, study wave chords.  much more

pleasing than my neighbor’s practicing,

guitar.

almost done.

order another one.

 

sun, lecturing, for the moment.

class over in under hour curtain,

soft,

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.

 

11/2/13