Along Two Bit Road:
no gulls this late in Autumn,
only the pitch pine.

Napping on Sunday
before the laundry
is done.

today's thunderstorm
didn't even stop
to say hello

All these things to do
and the air sticks
like pine tar.

only here
a few minutes:
the sunshower

sitting
in the dark
sweating

seabreeze day
washing rice
in the kitchen

Thinking of
a midnight stroll--
the darker pines.