Prologue
It's a traditional
tattooed Navy town
I'm over in Alameda
And it's July twenty-eighth
my birthday
same day of the year
as Marcel Duchamp,
Maybe I'll get a crew-cut
Or my very first tattoo
Considered these options
for like a split-second
and then came to my senses
maybe a escematic stroke,
a trompe l'oeil window
of the mind
Perhaps I'll stay
with my original design
and wait for the bus
to the beach
Relaxation was my theme
these image captures
were incidental
Rent a kite-board,
keep going
Just another almost featureless
shallow tide with brilliant sun
and persistent breeze
I woke from a light nap
and found the gulls had
huddled around me,
they recognize peace
The marks left by
time and the hand of man
Just a pleasant
low-key location
For the young
and for the old
A visual cry
I'll remember you
great tree
then eventually I'll will forget
All summer long
we've stayed quite cool
while a heat dome
torments the nation
All along the telegraph
the wind chips away at us
A day of indeterminate size
having taken shape,
grace indeed came falling
When I came in
this was waiting
For the person across the hall
but not for me,
No diggity mylar anyway
I'm fine with the flag I flew
Nativity over,
just another day
after all
Everyday Dharma
28 July 2016
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