oceanscent

the beach isn't a place, it's a smell
spf clouding the air
hovering like a haze
mingled with the aroma of heated skin
at its most basic
unpolluted by human grease
sea spray
salt, not chlorine
drifting out onto land

Corner Windows

Frailties
Caught between corner windows
Voyeuristically peering through
Transient.

Buildings, stoic and reassuring
Built to last
Reduced to their earth bound status
Glass.

Eyes see straight through
Between human irrelevancies
Ahead to crumbled tomorrows
Excessive.

Blue sky
Doesn’t knock
Travels in through the front door
And out the back.

charming

easily rocking
patches collage and collide
displaying shadows from the hammock above
abandoned in favor of cool, dark grass.

casually, leisurely
words strolling by on the page
lives and relationships
created and illuminated
by mid-afternoon sunlight

interrupted by easy footsteps
blocking the sun
and laying down a bowl of strawberries.

reaching into the pale blue bowl
expansion of flavor
red stories made sweeter
by the kindness of a charming young man
delight in good fruit