Gorgeous weather for the holiday
hot and cool in its bifurcated way
Crown Beach had a crowd
the reason for my remote perspective
I remember my departed family
and friends
Through a worm hole tunnel
to find myself on the other side
of the looking glass
Webster street
this venerable oasis for Irishman
recently closed it's doors for good
Boulder walls
Don't build them like that anymore
not since the Flintstones were on TV
Boulder holder
Spin rack of vintage
PLAYBOY
Somehow the Beagles
got involved
A wish that they all
could be California girls
Like this little doll
her own mad marine scientist
for the moment
We who are no strangers
to underwater experience
And aware of our scene
fear no sea monsters
Teenagers chill
mesmerized by the motion
Wow
it's like he has a problem
Not me I doffed my boots
to walk along the tide-flooded
walkway with the fishes
and the birds
My day enhanced by sparkling
Chemdawg y'all
Added some cannabis chocolate
The relentless approach
of rotary blades
But why?
A pestiferous helicopter
circled the beach for a half an hour
Planted on a bench
behind a shock of fennel
I shook my fist
up at the nuisance
It was just someone with
authoritarian access
No credible threat existed
and if someone took out
an assault rifle and shot up
the beach-goers
What could the helicopter do?
Shoot back?
Mr Big Shot
spoiling the workers holiday
because he can
I want to go under the water
Dive, dive, dive
Before I too
turn into
a curmudgeon fish
I want to observe
and make discoveries
like this little mermaid
Like how a skate
Settles down to the bottom
Like this sweet tyke
I want to pause a moment
in fish-based wonder
It's all open
it's our home
We come from there
I am as elemental
as a red rock lobster
from the primordial stew
Thus
I keep the big picture in mind
and keep swimming
in a forward direction
With a little
prayer
a little help
from me ancestors
Memorial Day
28 May 2018
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