September 2018

The smell of fennel--
bees walk on yellow flowers,
smelling ocean air.

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Weeds and flowers,
wild fennel and iceplant--
occasional butterflies.

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Gulls cry a lot.
Summer's last hurrah--
Maybe they're hot.

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Peaceful walk--
except for the pebble
in my shoe.

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The ocean's edge
smells of weed and pee.
People sure fuck things up.

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Shimmering sea,
Indian Summer sun beats down--
a grebe floats alone.

Bee bumbles...

Bee bumbles 
on little purple flowers--
why is he alone?

Hot, sweaty day

Hot, sweaty day--
 smelling of too much perfume...
here come the bees.

I walk past roses (9/11/14)

I walk past roses
thinking about the drought, and 
dying bees.