7-31 Late August

(Won’t be long.)

Late August


Clouds promenade

on a blue-thread horizon

as green waves stroke

bone-bleached sand.


A tidal pool is a child’s ocean

as she plows a toy boat across,

beaches it upright on her shore

and ponders the V groove in the sand.


An old man kneads copper oil

into knotted cypress knees

impaling the baking air.

The South Wind blows memories

and tumbles Styrofoam cups.


He pauses, and

studies pale moons rising

under each furrowed fingernail.