At the risk of overburdening his faithful readers with yet more seascapes,
The Flaneur celebrates the return of rain clouds and blustery weather
He Who Cometh with clouds skies
1.
The Town
When you're gravity fails...
And it's Easter time too
Well, what can a poor boy do?
I've come to Alameda on Easter Day
Take it easy, there, Nigel
Pirates chest of sea and simulacra
2.
Sky and Shore
The atmosphere emulsifies
Bat Ray migrates toward water, salt water
First rain in months had just moved on,
Clouds are dear
The flowers of the sky
The submarine walkway was indeed undersea
Looking Southwest
I sheltered under a parasol
Out of the bitey wind
If the rail was continous
Even at the highest tide
You could walk to the other side
Rock entity
Stout armada of clouds to the North
Colors of a tide pool's rocks
The undulating level of the waterfowl
The wine-stained rocks of Ilium
Time to submerge
AS I was leaving I looked down the shore a ways and noticed the seagulls were zeroing in on a scene that could only mean food was on offer. As I approached the calliope of coming and going gulls I saw that they were attacking an abundance of pastel-dyed hard-boiled eggs.
A feeding frenzy.
As I came close I asked the two men who were bringing the eggs if they were feeding the birds for Easter. The younger of the two said no, they were trying to hide them before bringing in the little kids to find them. "Well, the birds know about them now." I asked the older guy, who looked like a tattooed Mexican Samoan hybrid, if his wife had cooked all those eggs. Yes, he answered. I laughed and gave him my blessing. They drove off with what remained of the eggs in an old station wagon.
Noisily, the relentless seagulls finished off the multi-colored Easter eggs.
AS I was leaving I looked down the shore a ways and noticed the seagulls were zeroing in on a scene that could only mean food was on offer. As I approached the calliope of coming and going gulls I saw that they were attacking an abundance of pastel-dyed hard-boiled eggs.
A feeding frenzy.
As I came close I asked the two men who were bringing the eggs if they were feeding the birds for Easter. The younger of the two said no, they were trying to hide them before bringing in the little kids to find them. "Well, the birds know about them now." I asked the older guy, who looked like a tattooed Mexican Samoan hybrid, if his wife had cooked all those eggs. Yes, he answered. I laughed and gave him my blessing. They drove off with what remained of the eggs in an old station wagon.
Noisily, the relentless seagulls finished off the multi-colored Easter eggs.
3.
Turn Around
Bat Ray makes his migratory escape
Goofy tooth head at shopping center
Beef-fed and gin-soaked
Trying a little too hard, maybe
Back the way we came
This kook boutique sells infrared and
Ultraviolet traffic signals,
Lava lamp head lights
Return to Easter in a Chinatown
What did the Easter Bunny leave behind?
5 April 2015
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